Trannie Hookers Are Go!
For those who missed it, there was an interesting thread on MeFi last Friday, begun by some clueless boy inquiring–on behalf of his friend, of course–how one might go about removing a thuggish group of transsexual hookers from an unnamed New Orleans hotel (probably one of the shabby places lining lower St. Charles, or perhaps a dive on Airline Highway).
And this just goes to show the sort of people who read MetaFilter these days and why I stopped long ago. (I’d never even have seen the post if the boyfriend hadn’t forwarded the link to me.) I mean, the question’s ludicrous in the first place: assuming the “ladies” of the evening are paying their bills, why would you want them to leave? It certainly can’t be that they’re somehow “de-classing” the hotel, because trannie ho’s aren’t going to shell out the ducats for a swanky joint in the first place: they’ve got to spend their hard-earned cash on DermaBlend and other spackle-like cosmetic products. Business Rule #1: a paying customer is a paying customer, gender dysphoria be damned.
The answers to the kid’s query are even more egregious. One idiot suggests using “hotel electronic locks” to monitor people going in and out of rooms. Hello? Like a brothel/flophouse is gonna have anything other than good old fashioned push-button knob locks on its paper-thin doors? Others suggest that the situation could be solved by forcing hotel guests to be escorted to their rooms by the front desk clerk–the assumption being that the trannies will eventually be shamed into leaving. Have these people ever tried to embarrass a transsexual, much less a trannie hooker? If they’re not ashamed to be humping fat tourists while wearing two-year-old pumps from Rainbow Fashions, they’re certainly not going to be put off by some front desk dweeb with a big set of keys.
Judging from the earnestness of all the posts, there seems to be an implicit agreement among respondents that the hotel manager in question has the right–nay, the moral obligation–to rid the hotel of trannie hookers, which only goes to demonstrate how little these people understand New Orleans. Don’t they know that much of Bourbon Street was built on the backs of hardworking transsexuals–or, rather, by transsexuals working on their backs? Trannies provide a complete range of entertainment to the individuals that drive our city’s economy–namely politicians, drunken frat boys, and businessmen from Missouri. Without them, ladies and gentlemen, we’re nothing.
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