There was plenty of buzz Monday about Radar's investigative report on $2,000 an hour hipster hookers, but that wasn't the week's only close-up on the oldest profession. A bit further down market, to say the least, the Villager's Laurie Mittelmann pals around with transgender street walkers in the West Village: "While shoes may also pain the feet of males and females, underwear can present unique problems for pre-operation transgender women. They want foxy little numbers, but still need to cover bulging male genitalia." And just like the author of the Radar story, Mittelmann also turns down a paranoid john who approached her for "'rocks and sex.' Apparently, he thought there was a chance this reporter was an undercover cop. 'You’re either going to hook me up with some fun, or hook me up in cuffs,' he said, licking his lips and kneading his pants." Demonstrating enormous self-control, Mittelmann somehow resisted his charms.




That Radar story was such a disappointment; to drag it along like that, and then go flat. Reading it sort of left me feeling the way her client must have :(
So true. She should have slept with the guy, sheesh. Have a heart, not just for the guy but for the madame!
To me, the Radar story sounds completely made up from whole cloth.
"To me, the Radar story sounds completely made up from whole cloth."
Another suburban girl writing about "how real" her life is in NYC. What's worse is that it's entirely imaginary.
That Radar story was pathetic. Oh look, I'm so liberated, I'm so in-control, Andrea Dworkin take this!----- but when it came to the money-shot, she couldn't even take one for the team or for the cause. C'mon, we've all gone hoggin' at least once, don't be such a lame-o journalist. *Total* journalistic failure.