Lots of media and blogospheric coverage of Ashley Alexandra Dupré, the young woman who charged upwards of $1000 an hour to the likes of Eliot Spitzer and, more pointedly, Eliot Spitzer.
Frankly, that particular line of work (which I refuse to refer to as a “profession” given the low barriers to entry) has been around since time immemorial and employs a sufficient number of people that it’s hard to get too interested in any particular case study.
That’s not to say, however, that there aren’t some amusing aspects to the coverage.
My Gone Hollywood colleague Freddy explores Ms. Dupré’s MySpace page for photographs and other insights into questions that have occurred to me as well: “What in the hell could a woman do in an hour that’d be worth $5000? And how hot would she have to be?” (As Geraldine Ferraro might note, if she weren’t young and cute, she wouldn’t be in this position.)
In, “Hi, I’m from the NY Times. Your Daughter is a Whore,” Dr. Rusty Shackleford explores the journalistic ethics of publishing information on high-priced call girls* that might embarrass their parents. Given that Dupré is an adult willfully engaged in criminal conduct with a high-profile public figure limits my sympathy for her. And, as to her parents, I’d refer them to Chris Rock.
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*The precise threshold one must cross to merit this title rather than the less flattering ones accorded those who charge less is unclear.
