Meet Melissa Beech, a young woman who grew up in suburban Pennsylvania, “where the blood is as blue as the sky, and the wealth as abundant.” Once at college, she struggled to become financially independent from Mom and Dad. She took a part-time retail job, only to spend more than she made. She took a gig as a waitress, only to discover that it’s exhausting work. She turned to prestigious internships, only to find that they were all unpaid.

He presented “his financial package”: A monthly allowance, “desirable gifts” and vacations galore

That’s when she decided to make use of the “invaluable tool for success” provided by the privilege of having been “raised with class, sent to the best schools, and taught to be well read, well spoken and well traveled.” That invaluable tool? Selling her body and companionship for cash.

That’s according to her Daily Beast personal essay, which has, what do you know, stirred the blogospheric pot. It all started with a potential employer, who didn’t hire her for the position she was initially interested in, but did suggest another one “that seemed perfectly suited to my attributes and skills: he proposed that he become my benefactor.” They met over dinner and, after a speed get-to-know-you session, he presented “his financial package”: A monthly allowance (including paying for her $1,600 a month apartment), “a steady stream of desirable gifts” and vacations galore. She agreed on a trial basis, but insisted that they wait a bit until they had sex.

When is gold digging prostitution? – Broadsheet – Salon.com.

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