The money quote from a prostitute who auctioned off her services for charity: "There are people who are going to be donating money that's a lot more questionable than mine," she said. "The only thing I did was publicize it."
Well, the screw-up she made, if I can put it that way, was not hiring a philanthropic consultant like me to put her gift in the best light. It is not what she did, but how she positioned it that we might fault. Yes, other donors I can name have done worse, in fact it is quite common, but they didn't come right out and admit they were prostitutes. Most present themselves as business people on a journey from success to significance, or whatnot. I mean, think of what I could have done for this whore-with-a golden-heart, if she had contacted me earlier. First thing I would have done is to get her name changed to Mary Magdalene. That would have shut some mouths. Then I would have funneled the gift through Hudson Institute to some study by Bill Bennett of Family Values. Then we could get her born again, assuming she has to, being a Catholic. Or, we could say she has repented and and position the gift as atonement. Or, we could get her a book deal, put her on Oprah, and after she gets rich, have her repent. Or, she could just put her client list on line and be done with it.
Who is to say in this upside down world of ours who is and who is not a prostitute? Had I myself not been a Dungeon Master to the Stars in a Wealth Bond*age B*rdello, I could not stomach my current role as Morals Tutor to America's Wealthiest Families. In those days as a prostitute, I still had a conscience, but it wears off. One thing leads to another, but at least I don't work in a think tank. That may be next step my Rake's Progress. I hope not. A think tank, that postmodern madhouse would be the end of the line. I still have some standards. Dear God! May I not sink that low, poor wretch that I am! Spare me that last humiliation of a once proud intellect.