The Spitzer Issue

New York City is the convention capital of North America and some 40 million tourists visit the city every year. Certainly the governor of New York would have some ideas on the issue of escort services and prostitution. Indeed, one might expect the job to come with a book of redeemable coupons. It is this aspect of the whole Spitzer issue which is being overlooked by the media, but one feels it is lurking underneath.

Prostitution is legal in Nevada, and escort services are tolerated in New York. If one turns into the other, there is scandal. I am not entirely sure why. If sex happens in the context of an escort event, it is a mutual accident. Need one worry about more than that.

It is humiliating and a crime against humanity to force young women onto sexual slavery. I certainly agree. But old guys who travel a lot need to have dinner and the condition on which a young woman will join one involves a money transaction - utterly reasonable from the point of view of the struggling young woman. Why would she make an effort otherwise. She lives in New York; the city is hers. He is old, it is a pollution charge.

Arnold Schwartzenegger is being put through the coals for travelling by plane (and thus wasting gas and creating carbon pollution) every day to have dinner with his children. Isn't this at heart the same problem.

For those too young to know, menopause is a strange time. One has the age and experience to be totally at ease handling certain situations, and lower hormone levels gives one a great deal of self-assurance. The man can finally be cool with the hot lovely, a bit the way I am currently feeling about doing math, I would think.

I have been doing research to try to find out how many hotels there are in New York - a phenomenal number I vaguely recall - but came across this lovely story on Wikipedia. The late actor Richard Harris, who played Dumbledore in the Harry Potter series, was staying in the Savoy Hotel in London before his death. As the dying man was being wheeled out of the hotel lobby, he raised his finger and announced: "It was the food!". Maybe it was.