Relative Value

How do we with ration, sanity and dignity make our decisions? Life is an exchange and we give up something we treasure in order to obtain something that we want. This is the quo prid quo of value. There is something in the store window or peeking out from a beautiful woman’s bikini that we want. We don’t want it forever and we will not bronze it like a statue. But we do want to make an exchange of that which we don’t have for that which we want.

From that great classic movie of forty years ago called Gigi, there is a memorable song called “Thank heaven for little girls”. I am not talking about the little girls of six or 12 but the lithesome and beautiful damsels 18 and over. The anticipation of their vaginas that will drive us into orgasm is what we seek to devour from our blackened and pirate-like hearts.

So it is the oldest exchange in commerce. We get their fresh bodies and they get our power, wealth and the sperm from our testicles which in the animal kingdom are the oldest and most recurring dance in nature. With our testosterone raging in our bodies and our hormones afloat with our sexuality, we give up our hard earned property and the woman gets a continuation of the species from the strongest and most powerful of the animal kingdom.

The world of prostitution is filled with this exchange. An ex-friend of the mine who was a pimp was in the China Club in New York City with six of his girls one night. A professional basketball player made a move on one of his bitches. The athlete was very hot for this girl and offered his championship ring to her. The diabetic, aging-pimp, scowled at the young stallion “she’s with me.” No matter how fleet footed this bronzed black athlete was, this fresh new pussy would not be his. The athlete did not want to dance but instead wanted to make a purchase. I believe he played guard for the Lakers. Two years later, his wife caught him cheating and he had to buy her a two million dollar engagement ring. What was the relative value of his offering? It doesn’t matter because he earned $30 million in endorsements and he will satisfy his slightest whim because he can. Additionally the ring meant nothing to the pimp because his whore house grosses $25 million a year.

If you are carpenter earning $800 a week with some union job you can only afford $50 blow jobs at the Port Authority. But if you are earning the big bucks, your relative value is scaled at gargantuan heights. Relative value simply means what its worth to you. The barroom slut who will blow you in the bathroom for $20 is different than Paris Hilton whose flesh exchanges are based on hundreds of thousands of dollars, promises of mansions and not living in a trailer camp.