Hey Sugar!

October 30, 2011 6:39pm Published by Jules Smith in The Art Philosopher 13 Comments

I was sitting in my car the other day behind some other driver who would NOT turn right at the crossroads until the road was clear for at least 4 miles in either direction.  I have little tolerance for bad drivers (it’s a thing I’m working on) as I was taught to drive by a maniacal sales manager who thought he was Michael Schumacher and I think this affected my psyche somehow. Anyway, thankfully I was listening to radio 1 and an interesting piece of news distracted me from the onset of road rage.
Brought to us, all the way from America is a new concept called “Sugar Daddy Dating” which is taking off in style in NYC and LA LA land.  Now I’ll give my American cousins this – they have the ability to make money out of anything and truth be told I’m a little bit jealous and disappointed that I didn’t think of it first. This has brought whoring to a whole new level and made it acceptable to open modern day brothels in beautiful top notch wine bars.  Bit like a brothel franchise right? Awesome. But whilst I understand the business module and concept, I don’t get the people who attend such an event.  Here’s how it works:   
Men in their 40’s and over, who are big time business men with heaps and heaps of dosh and power (and posh mansions, holiday homes and a selection of classic cars)  go along to meet young nubile nymphs that are going to bend over and take one for the team in return for a wad of green stuff and gifts.
As one American man was quoted on the radio Hey, if she’s gonna put her hands on me right and say the words I wanna hear then DAMN RIGHT she’s getting paid”
Girls in their early 20’s go along to snare big time business men so they can have money to furnish their dreams and social advancement.  They can demand gifts and also use his power to gain a better position, so to speak, by sating his wanton desires.
As one American girl was quoted “ Well, this is gonna help me get where I wanna be without struggling.  If I please him just sooo,  I can ask for aaaaanything I want. Money, gifts and a cute little itty bitty chihuahua dressed in Prada”
Right.  This kind of dating concerns me somewhat. Mr Big Shot business man has got where he wants to be by being a very controlled, hard nosed and relatively selfish person. I’m not being disparaging with these remarks, hats off to your drive and determination but to get there you have had to be somewhat ruthless. On an episode of Criminal Minds a CEO was classed by the profilers as having the same traits as a Psychopath. Ergo this sort of arrangement may be fitting.
 Now I get the fact that OF COURSE he’s going to want to get his rocks off with the young flesh of a beautiful young temptress complete with a huge, perfect, plastic bosom, a pert little bottom and a singing vagina (yes, I’ve heard that’s the next  plastic surgery procedure to come out of LA and I’m currently thinking of what classic song I would pick were I to undergo this operation) he’s a red blooded male and its inbuilt in his make-up. Normal. But this is not a long standing love affair or romance; it’s just a business arrangement. He can surely get this by employing any PA he wants and force her to work after hours ‘extras’ in return for a nice present at Christmas. But where’s the romance and the flowers in this kind of dating?  Does Mr CEO not want a woman who loves him for who he is and not what he has? 
Girls. Coming from the female side of thinking I don’t get your motives.  Well, I do and I don’t.  Yes, you are going to get presents and all manner of lovely things and maybe climb a couple of rungs of that ladder they call success but don’t you want to achieve success by your own merit?  Would you rather have the hard cash and bling than meet your true soulmate?
The thing is, when I was in my early twenties I was out clubbing and partying with my friends and didn’t give money a second thought until I’d ran out of it at the end of the weekend. The last thing I would have thought of is “Show me the money big guy, I want a soft top Merc in a week! What I gotta do?”

 My friend and I were once out and a guy came to chat me up and told me he was very rich and held the title of Lord.  Straight away this got my back up.
“WOW, a rich Lord. And? Am I supposed to be impressed by this and fawning at your feet?” I’d had a few vodkas at this point.
“ I have a helicopter and we could fly to Paris tomorrow for lunch and I’ll buy you some jewellery” he offered.  Seriously, that is what he said. I found it quite sad.
  At this point my friend (slightly feisty in nature) said “How do we know you’re a Lord, you could just be saying that! Prove it!”  
And so he opened his fat filled wallet and took out his endless gold credit cards with the title of ‘Lord’ clearly displayed before his name.
All of a sudden my friend started pinching my arm very hard and slurring into my ear “Right, lets ‘ave ‘im. Get him to buy ALL our drinks and then a curry later and then we’ll do one!  He’s a LORD he can afford it!”  I think she would have been good at this ‘Sugar Daddy Dating’ thing.
I said “No” to my friend and the Lord and left him to fall prey to some other femme fatale and spent the rest of the evening dancing myself into oblivion, departing in the early hours of the morning penniless and Lordless but happy.
Whilst the ‘Sugar Daddy Dating’ concept brings about an honest liaison between two willing partners who know exactly what they want it’s missing the whole point of what a relationship is all about. They state on their website that it brings a “ realism to dating” well, I dont believe that. Though, in hindsight had I have followed my head instead of my heart I would now be driving around in my Aston Martin and holidaying in Bora Bora. 

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Bloody hell, what next? I don’t like to think I’m prudish but isn’t this just prostitution? I would have thought big time business men like this would be able to afford high class call girls. Maybe it is a power thing.
And I hate people at traffic lights that aren’t ready to set off as soon as the light goes green, the people behind want to get through the lights too so get a damn move on!

Call me old fashioned but where’s the self respect

Definitely not about a meaningful relationship – more like “tit” for tat… 😉

I’m sure they’d get a much better service from a professional courtesan like Miss Brooke, who enjoys her work and knows all the tricks. They’re obviously not as hard-nosed as they think they are if they pay good money for amateur tarts.

Come now (well, not NOW) Jules, No one ‘thought’ of this recently!

It’s called the oldest profession for a reason. But wait, there’s more!

The site, sugardaddie.com, likes to boast of their enabled, higher-quality relationships actually standing the test of time. It seems their preferred gentlemen clients seek a purchased receptacle to wed.

Continuing my bottom-up (tee-hee) retrospect of your great blog, there’s that word again. Normal. Male-specific lust is the only human craving over which zero-control is so frequently attended by the word ‘normal’! Female lust is an aberration, to this date admitted on pain of death in significant fractions of the world. Although in other fractions practiced to the joy of all concerned. So there it is, isn’t it?

America, American cousins, and America wanna-bees all join hands and celebrate the great equalizer. Chances are better than average at sugardaddie.com, that the very thing long suspected by those women and men naturally selected by dominant lust-genes will find each other, will do what comes (tee-hee) naturally, determining in the mix that whole soulmate thang boils down to persistent lust! Will vows ensue? Yea, thats what people do, isn’t it?

Dr Phil did a segment on this phenom. Some were aggravated that he let his good name attach to a loathsome practice. I feel the doctors loathsome practice may have lowered the earned esteem of the worlds most honest mating service. Just when I was sure my preferred method of finding my soulmate would show the Internet to be the ultimate singles-bar (no cover, no minimum), along comes (never mind) the oldest profession and the men who marry it’s purveyors. Only to prove me still slightly ahead of my time.

Your heart don’t give bad advice.
I turned 60 this year. I don’t have a lot of money, power, or things, but if I did, I’d like to think I’d have enough sense to keep my pants zipped until I met a woman with which I had something in common.

Well, I’m sorry for all concerned. Sorry for the men who think of women as “things”. Sorry for the women who hold themselves so cheaply. They are worth more than all the money and bling in the world.

There has been a website for awhile now that caters to this specific subset of “daters”. Sugardaddie.com offers both men and women the opportunity to finally make a love connection with the many bank accounts signed up for a night out.

Good Blog Jules, and I am your 4000 visitor, Do I win a prize ?
Theresa xx

More than 4000 page views! Yay!

I’m not prudish either but call a spade a spade… prostitution in any disguise is still prostitution. At the end of the day, we have to decide what’s more important, the Aston Martin or your self-respect. A surprising number of people will choose the former ;P

Tony: it’s total prostitution just with a nicer title. I AM SO with you on the traffic light thing. You should be setting off at speed on Amber!

Anon: respect? Just respect for cash and vice.

Beth: I love it! Tit for tat! I’d have far more respect if the website was called that!

Mr Gorilla Bananas: good point. Why are they paying for amateur tarts? I think it’s a control/power thing as Tony suggested.

Clark: you’re a true genius. Same old profession, new labelling. So why didn’t you think of this idea first? You’re over there!

Life101: but you have so much more. You have decency. That’s priceless.

Belle: correctomundo! We aren’t things! We just like things.

Angie: well, to be fair it’s going to be a good night out! Long standing, I doubt. More horizontal methinks.

Theresa: yes you do! A big hug and kiss from me! And I think a celebratory bottle of vino! SOON.

Clark: it’s astonishing.

Azra: it’s true they would. I’m so proud of myself for holding out on the Aston Martin. Maybe karma will see this and send me one anyway!! Fingers ( and legs) crossed.

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