I didn't think this was a particularly compelling or well-written piece. Could have been, should have been, but wasn't. The writing was particularly flat in spite of the subject matter. I'm in agreement that most of the juicier bits rang false, and the writer's interjection of herself into the story was completely unnecessary and ultimately took away from it. The working girls featured in the story, Heather, Olivia and Kelly, came off as vapid and social-climbing; that'd be fine, if the writer wasn't clearly intending them to come off as sexy, strong and liberated. There could have been so many more interesting angles to take on this subject, but Jessica Pilot opted to fashion the piece after her own laughable (and seemingly embellished) attempt at gonzo. The critics are right--a simpering, name-dropping, self-congratulatory fable about a Carrie Bradshaw wannabe on a short-lived, self-exploitative joyride.

My favorite line: "I don't want to encourage young women to become prostitutes, but they should know that being objectified is not all that bad."