I think prostitution should be legalized.
I know. It’s not a popular view among Christians, and I promise it’s not an opinion I whip out for fun in social gatherings. But somebody challenged me on this once a couple of years ago and the more I think about it, the more I tend to agree. Not because I think prostitution is a fabulous and moral career move, but because to me the greater good is to protect the safety of all people… even people whose choices I don’t agree with.
Most prostitutes don’t report violence because they could be jailed for their own criminal activities. So essentially the whole population is vulnerable, and everybody knows it, and nobody cares.
Ok, and there’s also the fact that 90% of the arrests made for prostitution are the workers, while only 10% are the clients. So we criminalize the workers and not the people who employ them? That sounds… fair.
That’s basically my reasoning.
Anyway, the only reason I mention it is because I got involved in a discussion today with a woman who thinks it’s important that prostitution remains illegal so that prostitutes will have to sit and “think about” how awful they are every time they’re arrested.
When I disagreed, she asked me—wait for it—IF I HAD EVER “SOLD MY BODY FOR SEX.” Because, clearly, the only interests worth protecting are your own.
And I’m only telling you this now because she was clearly upset and I didn’t want to be a total jerk, but you have to know it took every ounce of self-control not to smile and say all chipper:
Well, how do you think I got pregnant?!
Just for the fun of seeing her response.
But I didn’t. I said I was sorry it was so upsetting to her, and that I took issue with her statement because I find it similarly upsetting how little people seem to care about the safety of other women. And then we stopped talking about it.
So to recap: no brownie points for me today, but I’m pretty sure the total suppression of snark isn’t good for a person’s health either, so I guess it was a win some/lose some sort of day.