Yearning For The High Life?12 September 2011
An application is about to be approved for what will become Australia’s biggest brothel (40 beds and 21 waiting rooms, if you’re interested). The council received 80 objections to this proposal, including one from someone who said that the area was already well served by brothels and another complaining about the lack of disabled access. . . . the reply to the first was that the nearest brothel is 75 metres away, and the second that people with disabilities can enter through the basement and use the lift.
Brothels have been in the news a lot lately. An MP is alleged to have used the credit card supplied by his employer (a union) at a number of brothels. Politicians involved in sex and fraud scandals – who’d have thought it, eh? An opposition MP said that the MP had been using the card to “live the high life”. I think this says more about the accuser than the accused. Visiting brothels doesn’t really come into my definition of the high life.
Frankly, I have no problem with brothels – they’re far preferable to street prostitution, particularly for the women who work there. But I thought the first story was quite funny and the second quite sad.
Incidentally, you should know if you’re visiting Australia that a red light outside a building does NOT denote a brothel. It’s a doctor’s surgery. EXCEPT that sometimes it IS a brothel. I would think that causes a lot of confusion among clientele of both services.