I read an article the other day about a prostitute who worked at the Golden Apple brothel near Kings Cross and managed to keep her “professional” life quite secret – even from her boyfriend.
As she put it:
“Oh God no, I could never have respect for a guy who knew I did this and was OK with it.
I’m a prude in my personal life. I’m 30-years-old and I’ve never had a one-night stand. The guys that I date like to think that I am prim and proper.”
My grandfather often joked that my job as a solicitor required me to “solicit” (ha, ha). Apparently it’s from the Latin solicitare, “to disturb or incite”.
Yet is being a solicitor so utterly unlike the job description of one who solicits?
As a solicitor, I charge hundreds of dollars an hour (in six-minute increments, of course), I work late and on the weekends and the job requires strict confidentially.
Were I to change career paths and start soliciting doubtless I would also be charging hundreds of dollars an hour, work into the night and on weekends and have to keep mum about my clients.
As a lawyer, my employer supplies all sorts of stimulants and benefits to keep the worker bees at it through the small hours and help them forget the pain of the job.
It’s not so different from a hooker working in a haze of mind altering substances to get through a night of horizontal collaboration.
There may be some benefits to being a solicitress that you don’t get as a solicitor.
The outfits are much cooler and likely don’t require dry cleaning (some possibly even wipe clean); you only have to sell your body rather than selling both body and soul to the firm; you would have a comfy bed in your office rather than a chair, desk and oodles of files; your partner becomes your pimp (much less confusing – people would stop assuming I’m dallying with my old married boss); and every cosmetic expense would become a tax deduction.
What’s not to like? Of course, my parents are deliriously proud that I’m a lawyer, but somehow I can’t imagine my mother announcing with quite the same fervour at social gatherings that her darling daughter is in the sexual services sector.
At least if you tell people you solicit sex for a living it shuts them up there and then. You don’t have to be quizzed to the nth degree about the legal issues surrounding encroaching tree roots.
Basically you could squeeze a cigarette paper between these two worthy callings.
At least if I did join the oldest profession I’d hope that my clients would leave happy and satisfied, rather than happy about the settlement but cranky about the bill and demanding proof of the $13.59 search fee from Thompson Lawpoint.
That would be nice for a change.