Compromise?

As I mentioned before, I would love to be a publisher. Mostly for domestic issues but my only problem with that is where the money comes from to fund local newspapers.

Mostly on the back pages of newspapers, they provide advertisements on escorts and strip clubs.  There’s nothing wrong with business’s like that; I have nothing against them. My problem, however, is that these newspapers earn their money through business like this. These escorts, we have no idea how these women got into this business. We don’t know if they had to sell their body for last resort or because they wanted to. The fact that newspaper companies allow their employees to put money into their pocket by allowing sexual advertised women and men, makes me wonder why we even have dirty money to begin with.

I’m not saying that I’m better than anyone in any shape or form, but have you ever taken the time to read escorts advertisements and wonder how these women got into that business?

Sure the newspaper gets funding, but does that justify the escort service? Does it justify where we get the money from? Does it make it OK for my family to have things that came from a stripper/dancer/escort? How can I, as a woman, allow myself to receive money from business that I wish any person wouldn’t have to go through just to receive a little bit of income?

I’ve mentioned this fact to a few people and it seems like no one has noticed advertisements like that. I’ve talked to a professional and she mentioned that I should compromise my beliefs. I don’t entirely agree with that opinion but what do you think?

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My friend recommended me to start a blog on wordpress. I’m not the type to make my information public on google, but I’ll give it a shot. Lets see, I’m a student at University of Colorado at Denver. I’m going into my third year and I’m super excited to start school in about two weeks. I enrolled for Biological Anthropology, Shakespeare, Intro to Criminal Justice, and Technical Writing. Goody for me, my worst subject was poetry so I’m a little nervous of taking, or even passing at that matter, Shakespeare.

Oh well. . .

The little man on my profile picture is my pooch, Linky. I absolutely am in love with him! I’ve had him since he was about three weeks young, he’s now about to be 9 years old. The name Linky comes from the video game “Legend of Zelda.” I’m a huge game nerd haha.

My thoughts are scattered around so forgive me if the ideas appear random. Again, I’m a newb on this.

Currently, my boyfriend is teaching me how to drive manual. Being the clumsy girl that I am, somehow my right palm has callous and oddly enough, two of my fingers’ skin is falling off. I guess it would look like the torn off skin of a fresh callous. “Your decent at best,” said Jesse, the supportive boyfriend, after all the profanity and insulting my lack of intelligence from not knowing how to drive manual, he finally showed support after I got the hang of shifting gears and not killing the engine.

There’s that to look forward too. Beats taking public transportation. Not that I have anything against it, but there are some REAL creepy people on the bus sometimes. I have a few stories but I’ll write about it next time I have to take the bus. See, the boyfriend loves to sleep in. I wake up and ask him if he want’s coffee or whatever. In return, he mumbles, “back up Nadia.” So now that I’m learning how to drive his car, maybe I can extend my arm to him and demand spending cash! Maybe. . . .

Peace! ! !