A special “Thank you” to Mr. Delgaudio for the proper phrasing for this post.
I found this in the comments at Teach the Facts. Please send predictions about how long it will take some genius to protest that this entrepreneurial achievement represents free market capitalism at its finest, and that this behavior is all part of some natural, reproductive design.
From the Washington Post column The Magazine Reader:
In Her Breast Interest
“Would you let a man pay for your new breasts?” asks Elle magazine.
Actually, the real question raised by Elle’s article is: Would you let a bunch of creepy guys you’ve never met pay for your breast implants by spending hours chatting with them on a Web site called Myfreeimplants.com?
The Web site – conceived during a drunken bachelor party in Las Vegas – works like this: A woman who wants breast implants but can’t afford them posts her photo on the site. Guys who are intrigued can e-mail her for $1.20 per message, with $1 going to the woman and 20 cents to the Web site. Obviously, it’s in the woman’s best interest to keep the e-mail exchange going as long as possible.
The money is kept in an escrow account until the woman earns enough to pay for her breast implants. Then the money is sent directly to her plastic surgeon so the guys can be sure that she doesn’t waste their dough on something like college tuition or food for her children.
“It’s a bit old-fashioned, but many men like being providers and helping women out financially,” says Jay Moore, a Santa Cruz, Calif., bartender who co-founded the site. “Also, many men have a fantasy about building the perfect woman.”
Megan Deem, who wrote the story, doesn’t reveal exactly how many breasts have been enhanced through this Web site, but she did interview several satisfied customers. One is Lindsay Rink, 22, “a professional body piercer in Columbus, Ohio.” Rink was so happy with her experience that she got a tattoo on her calf that shows a woman’s head and chest and the words, “My Free Implants.”
“No matter how much of a live-and-let-live type you are,” Deem concludes, “you have to admit there’s something off in our collective priorities if a man would spend his so-called charitable dollars on some stranger’s boob job.”
Obviously, it’s in the woman’s best interest to keep the e-mail exchange going as long as possible.
Obviously. One cringes at the revolting scenario that sets up. I am relatively speechless.