are you not entertained?!

The word "hooker" is no stranger to this blog. In fact, a cursory glance at some of my past entries reveals that I've dropped the H-bomb on at least half-a-dozen occasions. So, when I didn't immediately blog about the Elliot Spitzer debacle, some one of you began to question my adherence to what apparently is one of the ongoing leit motifs, if you will, of The Anti DC -- strumpets.

So here I am, forced by the masses my friend Tom to give you my opinion on Spitzer's downfall. I could write something about him being a hypocrite of epic proportions; I could write about how he alienated his friends and family; I could write about his poor wife who has chosen to stand idiotically by his side instead of filing for divorce, kicking him out of their deluxe apartment in the sky and fleecing him for all he's worth; or I could even write about the fact that the infamous night in question went down in DC's most hooker-friendly hotel, the historic Mayflower. But all of that doesn't really interest me.

What I find most interesting about this whole Spitzer affair is the fact that he dropped thousands of dollars on this woman, Ashley Alexandra Dupre. Now, I'm not sexually attracted to women, so maybe I'm simply not seeing something that straight men and lesbians see, but, um, if I was to pay $4,300 for a prostitute, let's just say I'd expect the girl to look a little less Jersey and a little more Manhattan (um, no offense?).

However, like I said, I'm not a straight man or a lesbian and I'm certainly no Elliot Spitzer (I don't look nearly enough like the human version of Grover to relate), so maybe my man-loving eye is missing the thousand-dollar appeal here.

H is for Hooker!

But aside from Client No. 9's bridge'n'tunnel tastes, I admit the only other aspect of this whole situation that I feel necessary to comment on is the fact that Spitzer's replacement, Lt. Gov. David Paterson, is legally blind, which means the looks of his thousand-dollar hookers will really be something to talk about. (Oh no she didn't! Oh yes I did!)

UPDATE: Wonkette scooped me, comparing Spitzer to a slightly different breed of puppet -- a muppet. Touche, Wonkette. Touche.