Kissing Booths and Prostitution
Where is the line between what is acceptable and what isn’t?
Let’s examine two seemingly differing phenomenon—Kissing Booths and Prostitution.
The old carnival tradition of the Kissing Booth seems harmless enough. For a relatively small amount of money, you can get a barely (if at all) intimate kiss on the lips. No harm, no foul. Everyone is happy, right?
Now consider prostitution, the oldest profession in the world. For a relatively large amount of money, you can get a thoroughly intimate sexual encounter. No harm, no foul…right? Everyone is happy, right?
If only it were so…
Where is the arbitrary line we cross in our minds that says prostitution is wrong when it is based on the exact same principle of the kissing booth? And for that matter, why do prostitutes refuse to kiss their clients? The usual answer is that the act of kissing is far too intimate. Too intimate!?! A kiss is too intimate!?! Can anyone answer me this question…Since when is a kiss more intimate than fucking?
It seems obvious to me that the real answer is related to love and matters of the heart. There is no real love in the half-assed attempt at prostitution we call the kissing booth. And neither is there real love in the non-kissing-but-Okay-to-fuck world of prostitution. Some people call prostitution “selling love”. Nonsense. Not unless you want to say exactly the same about the kissing booth.
Love cannot be sold. How can anyone sell that which is by nature not quantifiable and therefore unable to be placed in a Pitre dish and examined under a microscope (don’t they do that in sperm banks?)
Can we all just admit that those who engage in the sex-for-money business are engaged in exactly that?—Sex for money and no more? Can we all just admit that?? Can we all admit that throughout human history there never has occurred a single case of a prostitute engaged in “selling love”?
Kissing booths use a blatantly false promise of sex to sell their product—which nothing more than a kiss.
Prostitutes use the promise of genuine sex to sell what? Sex!
Call me crazy but I think that prostitutes are some of the most genuine people on the planet. They have nothing to hide. No false advertising here.
Neither the prostitute or the kissing booth occupant are selling love.
So what is all the fuss about?
If anything, we should imprison the girl in the kissing booth for titillating men and never putting out what she falsely promises.
Where, oh where is the glorious bronze statue to honor the women of the oldest profession, they who bravely advertise exactly what they offer…and deliver on that promise?
Where indeed?
Perhaps we will have to wait until that arbitrary line demarcating the boundary between the acceptable and unacceptable is erased.
