Yglesias mentions something called Japanese Hostess Clubs, and my disappointment when the word "cupcake" did not immediately follow was quickly ensued by wondering why dudes would pay women to merely flirt instead of fuck (legality notwithstanding.) Mostly, the whole thing reminded me of one of my all-time superslices, The Whore of Mensa from Woody Allen's Without Feathers, which everyone should read at least five or six times; in particular the line
Allison is a trained and skilled academic who went undercover and worked as a hostess and is very skilled at blending her reporting with theoretically informed analysis.
Cool.
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Hostess Cupcakes. I wss never encouraged to enjoy Hostess anything. waaaa....
'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'
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