Women
I wanted to poke around inside MissTravel, so I signed up as an Attractive Female (that’s like 87% true!—I am one quarter Romulan) with the username goodpersonality69. And it’s pretty much exactly like a regular dating site, only if scientists figured out an algorithm to filter out any human who you might possibly relate to. There are chiseled orange heirs on yachts who are probably liars, bewigged white executives looking for “black or mixed females only,” faux-poetic blowhards spouting bullshit they think makes them sound sensitive (“You have been accused of having too much heart but you know in your soul this is the only way to be”), really really sad and lonely people who are painful to look at, and a FUCKTON of gross married dudes. It’s pretty boring in there, honestly. (Also, I’ve been a member all day long and I’ve gotten zero attention from Generous Males. I know my picture hasn’t been approved yet, but it says right in the name that I’ve got a “goodpersonality69″! So much for personality, I guess. 69.)
So what’s the problem? I mean, none, in theory. I have no problem with sex work (and that’s what this is, no matter what they say), lonely people deserve to be able to buy company, and women deserve the right to make their own (possibly bad) choices. Let them have each other and be happy. Fine. But there’s just such a giant window for dishonesty and coercion here. You’re not just on a date with this person—this rich, powerful stranger—you’re on a boat, you’re in a hotel room, you’re in fucking Thailand or some shit. And you can say that the women are using/objectifying the men just as much as the men are using/objectifying the women—technically that’s absolutely true, it’s almost a win-win—but tell that to the girl who winds up 5,000 miles away from home with ExecutiveDong4U and realizes she doesn’t want to put out.