For the last few days the Eliott Spitzer hooker scandal has been juicy and distracting in a schadenfreude kinda way. We felt bad—and angry—for Spitzer’s wife, Silda, an attorney who gave up her career when her husband ran for office and had to stand beside the weasel Eliot twice as he did his mea culpas. But, had it not been for the fact that Spitzer fashioned his career based on a holier-than-thou, corruption-busting tough guy image, it was hard to get too upset about the fact that the governor went to a high priced call girl.
I mean really. Prostitution, at least at the call girl level, is a victimless crime. (Young immigrant women in the back rooms of massage parlors who are little better than indentured sexual servants are something else again.)
Other than the fact that it’s, well, illegal, the hooker thing seemed morally preferable to say…..carrying on with a young intern.
Then yesterday, we learned a little about Spitzer’s pricey paramour, courtesy of the New York Times.
It turns out that “Kristin,” the fabulous. thousand-dollar an hour call girl that cost Eliot Spitzer his job as governor, is in reality 22-year-old Ashley Alexandra DuprÃƒÂ© (born Ashley Youmans).
A pretty girl with a poignant and hopeful MySpace page, Ashley says she left home at age 17 , and that there was abuse. After bouncing around, being “broke and homeless” she eventually headed to New York in the hope of finding a career in music. After a bad boyfriend ran out on her, she was looking for a way to survive financially and evidently somebody mentioned the escort option.
So the fabulous $1000-an-hour “Kristen,” while a pretty and rather winning-looking young woman, was not some drop dead gorgeous, exotic sex goddess, but an emotionally banged-up New Jersey girl young enough to be Spitzer’s daughter. Literally.
Spitzer has three daughters ages 13, 15, 17.
Bottom line: Spitzer has, over the years, spent possibly $80 to screw young women just a few years older than his eldest kid. (And exactly the age of my kid, and my kid’s friends.)
What a CREEP! What a lousy, selfish, narcissistic jackass! Aaaarrrggggh!
A pox on you, Eliot Spitzer.
(Okay. Next post will be about gangs and other pithy issues. But I just couldn’t let this pass without saying something.)