The difference between my level of contempt for evil and my level of contempt for moral cowardice is so minuscule I probably couldn’t shove [a police collaborator’s] scruples between them. – “Zurvivor ”
Sarah Woolley ) moved into the spot that feature still occupies, the second Monday of the month. Wednesdays were reader questions (“Late Bloomer “, “On a Mountaintop “, “Quicker Than the Eye ” and “Sensitive Guy “), a feature that now appears on Thursdays; Fridays were reprints of my columns from Cliterati, which this month were “Unmentionables ” and “Sold Out “; there were only two because this month’s fictional interlude, “Glorious Gifts “, pre-empted one and my Summer Solstice column the other. The month’s only other holiday was International Whores’ Day , and there were three other feature columns: the harlotography (“Marie Duplessis “), a book review (America’s War on Sex Money Don’t Grow On Trees “). “Zurvivor “, “ Pimping the Pimp “, “Rotten to the Core “, “Which I Doubt ” and “Flush Criminalization ” were all news commentaries, and that leaves only three columns of other types: “Sleeping With the Enemy ” criticized some sex workers’ trendy but idiotic fascinations with Marxism and misandry; “Magic Formulae ” discussed the superstitious belief in “tests” or procedures believed to protect whores from cops; and “Hussies ” mocked the resurgence of the tiresome belief that women’s sex drives are at least as ravenous as men’s.
