Apparently, it does not suck to be Ashley Alexandra Dupre (or whatever her name is) these days. Just days after being the gust that blew over Eliot Spitzer’s house of cards, this high-end call girl is laughing all the way to the bank. Don’tcha just LOVE America?? Where else can one person’s political career be crushed and another’s bank account be grossly inflated- from the same event??
I neither know much or care much about Ms. Dupre, but even I have to admire the manner in which she’s cashing in. And who can blame her? While Spitzer will no doubt eventually land on his feet at some high-priced Mahattan law firm, why shouldn’t Ms. Dupre be able to cash in on her 15 minutes (yes, somewhere Andy Warhol is smiling….)? Given the media’s limited attention span, by this time next month, Ms. Dupre will be old news. Except for those who buy Penthouse Magazine, no one will care, much less remember Eliot Spitzer’s high-class hooker…and why should they? The titillation created by a politician’s sex scandal generally has a very short shelf life, which is probably just as well. Spitzer deserves to be allowed to get on with his life, and Ms. Dupre deserves to be consigned to ash heap of history that is the ultimate destination of the mininally talented (et tu, Kevin Federline?).
Yes, indeed, this is why I LOVE America….
