Well, then the fact that the narrator characterized his subject based off of a theory, and not a fact, just completely destroys the value of the rest of the story, doesn't it? God, I mean - EVERYBODY, DON'T READ THIS ARTICLE...THE TITLE'S A LITTLE MISLEADING!
I know a Jenny, and she's not a prostitute. She's gotten in bed with some dudes because they had certain substances, but that's different. It's not like, "hey suck my dick now here's your bag, get out," it's "let's smoke and have crazy sex together." I'm not sure if the author earnestly thinks Jenny was a prostitute, either. Maybe the title was for effect? Like, the worst-case-scenario you assume with a young girl hanging with scruffy guys is that she's a prostitute, but this dichotomy ignores Jennys like the one I knew- who weren't exactly turning tricks, but weren't exactly dating 40 year old men because they were mature for their age, either.
I think the saddest part is that he realized that he on some level seemed to realized that most of those young women who die are pillars of their community. It is a fucked up small community but women like her are very important to them.
Yeah I know. I debated with editing the title of the piece but opted to keep the author's title as it's his title. There is something to that. I believe its for effect (and clicks?) and somewhere technically somewhere there is a chance she falls under the traditional definition of "prostitute". Plus it flows a bit better than "My Roommate, the Girl Who Slept with Men Older Than Her Possibly For Money, Drugs, or Maybe Just For Fun."
The part about taking down and throwing stuff away was very interesting. It's like when you sit in a old abandoned building, graveyard, etc. It used to have lots of life in it, lots of importance, meaning, etc. To not respect that meaning almost kills the people from those things all over again. Even funnier that public areas get less of this ideal, even though they probably had a far larger amount of meaning in them to some people. The town I live in has a lot of old factories (one even was a factory for old hats, I like to imagine they were fedoras), and you can kind of tell how far this little place has fallen since when it was at it's height in the twenties-sixties. Lots of old buildings that are lined side to side with the homes on top of the shops and such. President even showed up here once talking about how this town was a testament to the US rebuilding or something of the sort (the town did well in the depression, since it was fueled by coal mining rather than production or banking, people here aren't a fan of "coal banning obama"). Now it's a town of a few thousand, the rails that once fueled it are gone, and there isn't much but a walmart, a shopping center, and a dwindling coal mine industry left. I get the same feeling about this town sometimes that I got thinking about that room.