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Will Smith and his son were on Oprah plugging this movie, and I'm sorry to say that the real-life son had such an offputting, entitled Hollywood smugness that I knew it was going to be impossible to suspend my disbelief for this movie. It was very strange -- Will himself was all boyish charm and modesty; the kid radiated pure self-satisfied big-money.
Well, I'm not sure how I mixed up fetish videos and Will Smith movies; sorry about that.
... that more people seem to be interested in talking the LW out of getting into academia than getting into sex work.
But I agree, if the LW is stupid enough to sell her panties in person rather than auctioning them over the internet like everyone else, she really lacks the survival instincts for fetish work.
Most large cities have teacher shortages, and an emergency teaching credential is easy to get. Or work as a substitute teacher. Either would have a much better effect on your resume than an appearance in "Madame Latex's House of Uncomfortable Shoes."
I mean, jesus, what a freaking joke. 25, a mortgage, 20K in income, Ph.D., and selling her underwear in person.
Jeez, Jane, is that the best you can come up with?