Yeah, thanks. I saw "Working Girls" and liked it; what I liked about it was that it was just about "work." Morality seemed to play no part...duh...it was work...so you "naturally" accept the fact of alienation.
And yet....when I was in my twenties, I had a female lover who proposed that we go into "sex work": the idea was for the two of us to have sex in front of a male customer who would just watch for $60/hour. I have to admit, I thought about it. I was making $12/hour at the time, writing accounting procedures for a multi-national corporation. But I couldn't do it. It seemed that what I would be paid to do would be to not only "work" but also to pretend I was enjoying myself while working...which was too much to ask.
I wouldn't exactly call this a moral issue... just an issue of at what level can you stand to tear yourself up into separate pieces and at what level you can't. I mean, if the only way I could feed my kids would be prostitution, I'd do it. But I wonder to this day why it's so much easier to sell my brain (which I do, every day) than my body... The ultimate bourgeois illusion?
Joanna