The commodification of the body is the oldest profession in the world. This statement is grounded in the scriptures, which speak of Adam and Eve whom, free from commitments of supply, sold their body and their soul to the tempter serpent, at the price of a buggy apple. Soul and body because the apple is something juicy that the body appreciates in advance to the soul, which suffers the sin of gluttony.
So is the body that sells the soul and never the contrary? Is the body, with its need for daily sustenance, that forcing scantily dressed young ladies to suffer the rigors of winter on the sidewalks? Is the body, with its lack of affection, that bring myriads of girls on the streets of porn?
I frequently joke on prostitution among male friends. We play about payment method, assuming we can swipe credit card into the cut that is so attractive for us. Too often we ignore the suffering and exploitation, misery and despair. Too many problems, we can not take care of everything, will support someone. Sometimes, it’s nice to laugh and play down, someone else adds. All very agreeable, but we can not completely wash our hands about this issue. Sometimes, we must also know how to choose. For example, do not fuck up everything going to hell, like some “only on sunday” respectable and catholic father, do you know?
Some people think they can buy everything with money. Even when the body seems to offer the soul as a reward. But the soul, not the catholic one, hypocritically declared immortal, survives to the commodification of the body. Because the soul is awareness of the weaknesses of the body. And this is priceless. Do not buy it and do not sell. Because it doesn’t exist.
Posted by Prepuzio 
