City Paper is not for tourists
I FOUND EDDIE DEAN’S “Road Kill” (7/7) revolting. While no one can deny the tragedy associated with the loss of life of the young prostitute, it is equally tragic that the author attempts to glamorize and eulogize the life of this young woman (à la Pretty Woman) and the sordid world in which she moved. Wake up! We are talking about a woman who wasted her God-given mind and body to become a “piece,” some “poontang,” a pair of “hooters,” or some “pussy” for any self-pitying slob who could open his cab door.
To use adjectives such as “lovely,” “fallen angel,” and “precious rarity,” and, further, to pose questions like, “who would want to harm Sweet Cheeks?,” displays an unbelievably self-delusional vision of the life of this young woman and others like her. At the price of $40 a job, this woman traded her humanity to become some lowlife’s receptacle. Women like “Sweet Cheeks” are easy prey for psychopaths and miscreants precisely because these predators view them as the hookers apparently view themselves—as worthless meat.
Furthermore, their trade degrades all women precisely because we do not live and work in a vacuum. The men who define women by their body parts are not likely to isolate those beliefs to the occasional whore and, as a result, all women pay the price.