|The Girlfriend Experience
||[Dec. 19th, 2007|10:46 am]
My Boyfriend , the Sex Tourist is a doc about a hotel/brothel in Venezuala that offers holidaymakers "the girlfriend experience". It's not just about sex, it's also about the girls hanging out with the punters and going on trips with them and doing the things that girlfriends do- like cleaning up after their men when they take sick. The girls were there because they had aged mothers to put through hospital and the men were there because they were the sort of obese, charmless, ugly, old shlubs who couldn't get a girlfriend any other way. It was all terribly sad. |
The hugely obese North American sports journalist got through five- or was it six- girls in the course of his fortnight's stay. They all disappointed him one way or another.
The sweet young girl with the boyfriend who came down with a tummy bug admitted to being in love with him. "He seems hard, but he's really very soft." Her colleagues told her not to be so stupid. "I've been disappointed by the quality of the girls," said the tummy-bug boyfriend. "Yeah, she's sweet, but it's just a fantasy. I'm not going to see her again."
Off duty the girls bitched about working conditions, about their bossy supervisor, about the way the punters were always asking for love.
Once in a while we'd catch a glimpse of Hugo Chavez pontificating on the bar-room TV screen. " Patriotism, Socialism or Death," he said. Which means what exactly?
The guy with the little piggy eyes was bored with his first girlfriend. Alexandra (who wants to be a dentist) was proposed as a replacement. "Do you like me?" he asked. She forced a grin. Half an hour later she walked out on him and got herself sacked.
"I'm not a pimp," said the north country Brit who was running the show, "I'm a businessman."
we watched it too... well my 22 son and I. I think it opened his eyes a little as to begin with he said he could see 'nothing wrong with it and i bet its fun '... he wasn't laughing at the end. he agreed on the whole sadness of it.
I believe part II is being screened tonight. This time we're off to Thailand.
I was amazed the cameras were allowed so much access. Didn't those guys realise how bad they'd look?
I don't think they did, and as many of the punters were from the states... I doubt if they would see it. I did notice that some of the punters had their faces blurred, maybe they were the Brits?
I think the guy who owned it, saw it as free advertiseing space... and sadly he may be right. I don't think he cared much about either the punters or the girls, which ironicall he claimed he did, and then sacked the girl who said she was tired etc.
Though he didn't like to be called a pimp, did he?
Will watch tonight too... I have the feeling that might be even more harrowing. One of te things my son commented on was how old the girls were, and the hwo old the ounters were... he thought they were peadophiles.... though I know they weren't and did point that out to him.
We talked about respect and how bad life was for the girls and why they had to do what they did. The fact that they followed one of the girls to her home etc... really moved him. he is usally quite a 'Jack the Lad', but he was very quiet through it.
I don't suppose you can run that kind of business and care about anyone very much.
Free advertising space- yes I think you're probably right. Some men will have seen the programme and thought, "that's for me".
No, those guys weren't paedophiles- exactly. But there ought to be a handy term of contempt for men who want to sleep with women young enough to be their grandchildren.
This showed up on our Channel 4. Maybe it'll also surface somewhere in the States. It's certainly one to look out for. TV documentaries don't usually grab me the way this one did. There's a sequel showing tonight which looks at sex-tourism in Thailand.
That sounds like an amazing program, quite a way to put a face on the concept.
It was amazing- but it didn't leave you with much respect for the human animal.
It's revolting how we prey on our own kind.
i hope i can catch that here at some point. prostitution and sex work in general holds a sort of morbid fascination for me. i can imagine someone who pays for sex, but someone who expects to be able to pay for intamacy?
last year i had the very strange experience of eating lunch in the resturant of a hotel in san jose, costa rica, that happens to be a giant brothel. i was stunned not only by the sheer number and variance of the women available but also by the fact that a good number of the men seemed to be just as interested in talking and flirting with them as they were in the actual acts that they'd be paying for. i mean c'mon, why are you concerned if she likes you.
We all want to be loved. It runs as deep, if not deeper, than the need for sex. And the guys who use the Venezualan brothel in the film are the sort of guys only a mother could love- guys with no social skills, obese, ugly, dumb...
2008-12-25 03:47 am (UTC)
the punters as you call them
Why is it that some people see to hate guys who enjoy this experience. I tend to question the motives of anyone who is pained buy another persons enjoyment. As far as the girls are concerned; well let's put it this way. Life has taught me that no pussy is sacred. Woman who don't have to sell their bodies sell it anyway as a power trip.