Did you hear about this? Ms. McCarthy has a book out and in it she says she and two friends made a trip for spring break with hardly any money and that, along the way, she did the "worst thing" she ever did for $20. She pointedly did not specify what that worst thing was in the book however.
Okay, let's pause a moment here. Anyone care to take a wild guess what a teenage girl might have done for gas money that she later describes as the worst thing she ever did? Are you thinking maybe she held her breath until she turned blue? That she deliberately stepped on the sidewalk cracks? That she ate a spider on a dare?
Me neither.
Next step, do you think that maybe a woman with a long-established reputation as a shameless exhibitionist maybe left the question unanswered in her book precisely because she wanted to be asked to explain further on television?
When she was (inevitably) asked she said, "I ate a truck stop hot dog," for the twenty bucks.
Now, here is the real stretcher: the guy who asked her, some dweeb named "Billy Bush", then goes through an elaborate act of pretending he doesn't get the allusion. And then he looks shocked, like he didn't see this, if you'll pardon the expression, coming.
I mention all this because I want to make it clear that the whole thing was a set up. Everyone already knew that McCarthy had committed some act of prostitution. And everyone knew that she was just being coy in not revealing the final detail until she was on television. And everyone knew she'd wet her panties in gleeful anticipation of the moment when she got to tell the whole world that she'd once sold herself for twenty bucks to fill the gas tank of the car she and her friends were driving. (Probably literally wet her panties as she is an exhibitionist.)
All of which means that our host Billy Bush had already thought about, and probably practiced, his reaction and response. So what did he say to her?
The thing is she probably charged just the right amount. In terms of pure monetary value, a blowjob is worth the price of filling a gas tank. Just a few years later, she posed nude for Playboy for $20k. Is this later development in her story morally different because her price went up? She could. of course, have charged much more for the blowjob too on the grounds that she was "Jenny McCarthy" but she wasn't that yet, just plain old Jenny McCarthy. (The other thing is that some of us prefer not to think of such things in terms of monetary value but of love—as a loving gesture one person does for another.)
I doubt very much that Jenny McCarthy needed that twenty bucks that badly. I suspect that she needed the validation more. She needed to know she was attractive enough and daring enough to pull this off. As the price of mutually satisfying some want, she and her truck-driving accomplice both got exactly what they wanted.
And now every truck driver who purchased oral sex for twenty bucks some time in the late 80s, early 90s is getting a secret thrill at the thought that maybe it was Jenny McCarthy who serviced him at the service station. And the thrill is for free and it is with "Jenny McCarthy" now and not some anonymous teenager. But still no love. And I don't think the truck driver in question could get a repeat performance now. If he has, as it were, rock solid proof that it was him, he could probably sell his story to some journalist and use that money to buy the services of a whole lot of budding Jennys. But I suspect that "recreating the moment" while thinking "it really was her" is probably thrilling enough for a lot of guys, most of whom never paid for anyone's hot-dog-consumption services at a truck stop or anywhere else.
I also doubt very much that what Ms. McCarthy did is terribly rare. I don't mean the trivial fact that prostitution is common. I mean rather that I suspect that just about every girl does something sexual that she thinks of as "the worst thing" she ever did only she doesn't feel any shame at all about it. It won't be prostitution in most cases. But it is something that she likes to think of as the sort of thing she never guessed she was capable of.
The overall context matters a whole lot here. If McCarthy was a hooker promoting a book about her years of hard life and drug use and how she finally broke free that anecdote would have a whole other sense. It matters a whole lot that she got away with it. Most girls do something wild only once, or twice, or three times, or four at the max because most girls know that the odds will eventually catch up to you. Most girls also know that it stops being wild and thrilling if you do it too much and too much comes a lot faster than you would guess.
That said, most girls would brag about it if the circumstances were right and she could trust the person she tells it to react the the way she hopes. She even wants the same reaction McCarthy got (only from a much more exclusive audience)—that we pretend we're so shocked when we're obviously thrilled.
Okay, let's pause a moment here. Anyone care to take a wild guess what a teenage girl might have done for gas money that she later describes as the worst thing she ever did? Are you thinking maybe she held her breath until she turned blue? That she deliberately stepped on the sidewalk cracks? That she ate a spider on a dare?
Me neither.
Next step, do you think that maybe a woman with a long-established reputation as a shameless exhibitionist maybe left the question unanswered in her book precisely because she wanted to be asked to explain further on television?
When she was (inevitably) asked she said, "I ate a truck stop hot dog," for the twenty bucks.
Now, here is the real stretcher: the guy who asked her, some dweeb named "Billy Bush", then goes through an elaborate act of pretending he doesn't get the allusion. And then he looks shocked, like he didn't see this, if you'll pardon the expression, coming.
I mention all this because I want to make it clear that the whole thing was a set up. Everyone already knew that McCarthy had committed some act of prostitution. And everyone knew that she was just being coy in not revealing the final detail until she was on television. And everyone knew she'd wet her panties in gleeful anticipation of the moment when she got to tell the whole world that she'd once sold herself for twenty bucks to fill the gas tank of the car she and her friends were driving. (Probably literally wet her panties as she is an exhibitionist.)
All of which means that our host Billy Bush had already thought about, and probably practiced, his reaction and response. So what did he say to her?
I just want you to know something – you’re worth more than $20.Yup folks, that is today's pop culture. Confronted with the revelation that the young starlet once committed an act of prostitution, Billy Bush plumbed the moral depths and told her she didn't charge enough.
The thing is she probably charged just the right amount. In terms of pure monetary value, a blowjob is worth the price of filling a gas tank. Just a few years later, she posed nude for Playboy for $20k. Is this later development in her story morally different because her price went up? She could. of course, have charged much more for the blowjob too on the grounds that she was "Jenny McCarthy" but she wasn't that yet, just plain old Jenny McCarthy. (The other thing is that some of us prefer not to think of such things in terms of monetary value but of love—as a loving gesture one person does for another.)
I doubt very much that Jenny McCarthy needed that twenty bucks that badly. I suspect that she needed the validation more. She needed to know she was attractive enough and daring enough to pull this off. As the price of mutually satisfying some want, she and her truck-driving accomplice both got exactly what they wanted.
And now every truck driver who purchased oral sex for twenty bucks some time in the late 80s, early 90s is getting a secret thrill at the thought that maybe it was Jenny McCarthy who serviced him at the service station. And the thrill is for free and it is with "Jenny McCarthy" now and not some anonymous teenager. But still no love. And I don't think the truck driver in question could get a repeat performance now. If he has, as it were, rock solid proof that it was him, he could probably sell his story to some journalist and use that money to buy the services of a whole lot of budding Jennys. But I suspect that "recreating the moment" while thinking "it really was her" is probably thrilling enough for a lot of guys, most of whom never paid for anyone's hot-dog-consumption services at a truck stop or anywhere else.
I also doubt very much that what Ms. McCarthy did is terribly rare. I don't mean the trivial fact that prostitution is common. I mean rather that I suspect that just about every girl does something sexual that she thinks of as "the worst thing" she ever did only she doesn't feel any shame at all about it. It won't be prostitution in most cases. But it is something that she likes to think of as the sort of thing she never guessed she was capable of.
The overall context matters a whole lot here. If McCarthy was a hooker promoting a book about her years of hard life and drug use and how she finally broke free that anecdote would have a whole other sense. It matters a whole lot that she got away with it. Most girls do something wild only once, or twice, or three times, or four at the max because most girls know that the odds will eventually catch up to you. Most girls also know that it stops being wild and thrilling if you do it too much and too much comes a lot faster than you would guess.
That said, most girls would brag about it if the circumstances were right and she could trust the person she tells it to react the the way she hopes. She even wants the same reaction McCarthy got (only from a much more exclusive audience)—that we pretend we're so shocked when we're obviously thrilled.
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