Remember Eliot Spitzer?? What an ass.
The world laughed at the man who threw it all away, for a piece of … you’ve guessed it – ass! But when that belongs to a seriously hot looker-hooker, one has to exclaim yet again – what an ass! A smart ass, at that.
Strange how the moral barometer of the world swings – the gorgeous 22-year-old prostitute, known simply as ‘Kristen’ in her line of work (pricey escort agency girl), came out of the mess smelling of roses. While the ex-mayor of New York (Spitzer), who hired Kristen’s services in Washington D.C. not only lost his job, but was sued for past misdemeanours by enemies who were praying for just such a chance!
The most pathetic player in this sexual scandal was Mrs Silda Spitzer, the sad-eyed spouse of the rake-on-the-make. Interestingly enough, the American press focused more on the discarded wife’s choice of colours during her ‘I stand by my man’ public appearances than her sorry position. Trust the presswallahs to analyze the fashion statement the poor woman was supposed to be making, over the other more emotional statement about the tattered marriage that had already been made by her straying husband.
Style-watchers applauded Silda’s choice of a quiet blue jacket teamed with pearls for the first appearance, and commented on her more assertive black blazer worn with a bold scarf, on a subsequent sighting. Was this a silly, shallow media game or did we miss something? Do women in a similar position (pathetic), consult experts who colour co-ordinate grief? Had the stricken wife chosen to wear a defiant red suit instead of the drab blue, would viewers have been less sympathetic towards her? Apparently so.
Trade gurus complimented Silda, and stated she had got her ‘look’ just right. The pearls added a ‘royal’ touch, according to them, and worked better than flashy diamonds! It made me wonder if such a scenario were to repeat itself in India would the wronged woman consult a specialist for wardrobe guidelines? And would the specialist advise her to skip jeans/salwar-kameez in favour of a blue saree? Would that work with the public? Is blue the official colour of loyalty and sacrifice?
While Silda dealt with her colour palette, and agonized over the pearls vs. diamonds debate, Kristen managed a coup of sorts. She was offered mega bucks by leading men’s magazines to strip for the centrespread. The editors had been crass enough to argue she stands to make much more moolah baring all for the one time shoot, than she would pandering to a succession of men like Spitzer. Money-wise, they were right. Kristen was in the higher bracket of escorts, charging between $2,500 to $4,000 per hour. But what’s that compared to the million bucks she was offered by Hustler? All in a day’s work.
Kristen was said to be really smart and great company to boot. Folks from her town were thrilled that she had attracted world attention and even her own mother seemed alarmingly blasé about her young daughter’s line of work. She defended Kirsten, saying the critics should remember the kid is just 22, not 32 or 42! Kirsten herself did what any smart chick in her place would – hired a sharp lawyer. Undoubtedly, she was offered juicy book/movie deals while the story was still ‘hot’.
Aware of her marketability, Kristen played her cards right. The only big time loser in the scandal was Eliot Spitzer, who was foolish enough to pay for sex with plastic! Which idiot does that? Imagine using credit cards for the transactions and believing nobody would find out! Here’s a man who had made a career out of his own upright reputation, when he strenuously went after corrupt officials and managed to jail the high and mighty. Then, in a dramatic reversal of roles, those very people were out to get him. Which is fine. But Spitzer was clearly not man enough (must ask Kirsten) if he needed to drag his poor wife into cruel public glare while facing the music. Silda should have refused to accompany the coward … and if she did, she should have stuck to fiery red.
It does represent ‘danger’, right?