August 14, 2006

Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy

Posted in Happy Hour at 3:52 pm by devilwearsbrooksbrothers

At breakfast one day, Cursey-girl, referred to as such for her ability to work the F-word into just about every sentence without sounding as vulgar as that sounds, hypothesized that we are all whores and that everyone has a price.

I immediately agreed with this statement thinking we were just talking in black and white terms. I have always been annoyed by people who say, “not for a million dollars.” Really? Someone showed you a million dollars and said, do that and you would really say no? I don’t think I would, but then again, I just admitted that I agree to the statement, “we are all whores.”

However, this is not the sort of thing Cursey-girl was talking about. C-g was much smarter or deeper or something and she was talking more about the price of your soul; the price of your dream.

See, a few years prior, C-g’s parents started to pressure her about her future. C-g just wanted to be a world-recognized women’s lightweight rower. Her parents wanted her to have a career. So she did what a shockingly large number of professional rowers do; she went to law school.

C-g’s dream was to win a gold medal at the Olympics, but the pressure from her parents and the enticement of money that a career in law had to offer was just getting too great. Suddenly Cursey was wondering if all the practice and sacrifice was the worth it.

I met Becky Sharp in a bar. My roommate is convinced that crazy people can just sense that she is a therapist. I sometimes wonder if drunk people can somehow sense that I use to be a bartender; because I certainly don’t have a face that says, “open up to me.” Still, Becky Sharp did. She told me all about how she was worried about finding a permanent job in the legal field and just how cutthroat the competition is out there and how she knows law firms operate as an all-boys club which only makes it harder for her.

Now, as luck would have it, seated on the other side of me at the bar was a partner of a center city law firm. Remember how I told you sometimes when I am bored I pretend I am Tina Yothers just for laughs. Well other times, when I am equally as bored, I stir the pot a bit; just to see what turns up. So I introduced Mr. Partner to Ms. Sharp with several thoughtful details that could easily turn into conversation topics.

Enough, with your judgment out there readers; if god didn’t want me to do these things, he wouldn’t leave me alone for very long.

The rest of the evening I sat back and smiled, enjoying what I had created. If the conversation slowed, I would pick it back up, he would start a story and I would sip my wine.

At some point, I excused myself to use the ladies room. When I returned, Ms. Sharp had slid into my seat. As I got closer I could hear her telling him stories about her experiences attending an all girl’s college. I grimaced and not just because I lost my seat.

If we are all whores, and the cost of Becky Sharp’s dream of a permanent position with a prestigious law firm was an evening spent flirting with a dirty old man, who am I to judge? But, if she was the prostitute, was I a pimp? Did I sell this girl’s hopes and dreams for my own entertainment?

She was an adult, I reasoned. I wasn’t forcing her to laugh at all his stupid jokes, or grab his thigh as she did so. I was just providing topics of conversations. I didn’t tell her to use her feminine wiles to help secure a position with his firm.

But it wasn’t fair that she had to flirt her way into a position. Male associate candidates certainly don’t have to. Then again, male candidates didn’t have that option available to them, which also doesn’t seem fair. However, Ms. Sharp, if she did secure a position, would never be invited to the boys’ nights out that her male counterparts most certainly would. So maybe it was okay that she used her good looks and laugh to win a partner’s heart.

I wonder where Susan Faludi and Gloria Steinen stand on this topic. Susan, Gloria, I imagine you both read my blog religiously, so please feel free to offer me some guidance here. Until then, I just don’t know if I will be able to feel good about the role I played.

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