The Prostitute Ring Involving Spitzer Charged Clients Up To $5,921.00 – An HOUR
Oh, come, on.
When I first read the details of their price list I had to do a double take.
It goes something like this: The “Club”, known as the Emperor’s Club VIP, apparently had a ranking system for the prostitutes involved. The lowest ranked was known as a “one diamond” girl. You could obtain the services of one of those girls for the bargain basement price of a mere $1,000.00 an hour. Wait, it gets better.
A “seven diamond” girl could cost you as much as $3,100.00 – an hour. And the top ranked ones went for as much as $5,921.00 per hour.
My point in relaying all this financial information is that it begs a question: What in the name of Caligula could possibly be worth $5,921.00 an hour? This is beyond my meager ability to comprehend. Okay, so she’s a “seven diamond” girl. For nearly six-thousand dollars an hour she’d better be able to juggle the seven dwarfs while dancing Swan Lake and reciting Kipling and then change the oil in my car. Because even if she had a bag of tricks that would make the aforementioned Caligula cringe and ask for directions to the nearest church there is no way that she could do anything that would be worth that kind of money.
Look, I admit that, to whatever degree, men are pigs, and that trait crosses all social and financial boundaries. It doesn’t matter if you turn wrenches on someone else’s transmission or if you’re as rich as Warren Buffet, we all have the continual need, the continual drive for the attention of women. And that drive has built – and brought down – many a powerful house in human history. We see it all the time, from actors caught in the front seat of their car with fifty-dollar hookers to Spitzer bringing down his own house of cards with “seven diamond” girls.
Personally, I’ve never understood the prostitute thing. In my book there are only two types of men who go that route – the desperate and the selfish. And Spitzer clearly falls into the latter category. Judgemental on my part? Maybe. But I just can’t understand Spitzer’s decision to go there because there is no way I could ever crush my wife and family like that.
What was Spitzer thinking? Through his absolute selfishness he has not only destroyed his career, he has no doubt wounded his family in ways so deep that no matter how much knee crawling and begging for forgiveness he does, they will never truly recover.
I was thinking a while ago about the absurd price tag attached to this complete lapse in judgement and I was wondering just what I would pay nearly six-thousand dollars an hour for. The answer I came up with was – not much. If it didn’t involve Cape Canaveral, a flight suit, and trip aboard the shuttle to the space station and back I’d pretty much have to give just about anything with that price tag a pass.
Six thousand dollars an hour is quite a price for anything. I suspect that even though armies were willing to spill rivers of blood to return Helen of Troy after her abduction, if her price tag had been six thousand dollars an hour they might have just said, hey, keep her. Have a nice day.
And one more thing…..I’ve always been suspicious of moral crusaders like Spitzer. I’ve long thought that if you were a fly on the wall of the bedrooms of the Spitzers and the Swaggert types of the world you’d probably end up need therapy from some little fly shrink after what you saw. And this hasn’t done anything to help change that opinion.
Yeesh.
