I thought last week seemed slower than it should’ve been, since the snow was over and the weather is warming up. So I checked my Eros ad, and discovered that it was not online because someone over there decided my ad (which has been on the site in much the same form for years) violated some of their new and ever-changing “publishing standards”. This has become the new normal for US escorts; all of our advertising sites are being murdered, committing suicide, dropping dead of sheer terror or else lobotomizing or castrating themselves. Eros is in the latter category; although it has periodically installed some new and ninnyish changes over the past few years, ever since FOSTA it has gone completely bonkers, inventing new and increasingly-incomprehensible rules and then declining ads for failing to adhere to them, yet refusing to tell advertisers what rule was broken other than “it’s a picture” or “it’s text”. So all one can do is to guess, make changes based on the guess, resubmit the ad and then wait a day or two for Eros to either post it or decline it again. I’ve been watching friends deal with this for the past year, and I reckon it was finally my turn; luckily, I’m a good guesser and got it right in only two tries (taking almost a week). If you’ve had this problem yourself and can’t understand why they won’t tell you what’s going on, I suggest you familiarize yourself with both the text of FOSTA and the prosecution’s rhetoric in the Backpage persecution. The law now prohibits “knowing” faciltation of sex work, and the government has claimed that Backpage’s telling advertisers WHICH words and pictures were prohibited constitute “knowing” facilitation (this is phrased as “Backpage told pimps how to disguise their sex trafficking ads”). So Eros is whistling past the graveyard, thinking that the government won’t simply change the rules again when they feel like it. And the sooner I can broaden my media exposure to the point where Eros (and every other ad platform) is superfluous to my income generation, the happier I’ll be.
Diary #452
February 26, 2019 by Maggie McNeill
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Well said, i found the article imformative and had forgotten those evils still continue. It was a reminder of things….
Well, it’s safe to say that the Golden Age of the Internet is over.
they tried using copyright to control the internet, and failed mostly, so they turned to the oldest scare in the world, people having sex! And it worked.
and this is hilarious in the ongoing Kraft saga; a full fridge in an office is evidence of sex slavery or something
https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/robert-kraft-prostitution-case-see-200946133.html
FOSTA has been such a pain in the ass for so many of my friends.
The Kraft thing is ridiculous, they have resorted to spying on a spa’s sexual encounters as if they are the KGB getting blackmailable dirt on opponents? Deeply sick perverts these pigs. All this over a civil offense as innocuous as jaywalking? At least before the “human trafficking hoax” concocted by New England Schoolmarm types same as those who banned liquor a hundred years ago. These women all knew exactly what kind of work they would be doing when they come over here, most were already doing it back in their own country. They take a few pictures of some beds on the floor and pass that off as “proof” of “slavery.” Obviously they assume anyone who sees the pictures has never been around Asian people fresh off the boat before because that’s how they all live no matter what kind of work they do. They commonly live in businesses over there and seem to always live in overcrowded conditions even when they have money to afford otherwise. In town I was over at an Asian business owner worth $58 million, huge 3 story house on a lake, guess what, the place was filled with a dozen relatives like some boarding house out of Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle” in 1900 Chicago. $58 million and the guy still has no privacy with his own home like the Star Trek episode “Mark of Gideon” about the overcrowded standing room only planet.