This goes hand in hand with the fact that everything is for sale.

(Most) people don’t make the choice to look because they enjoy the visual of men being farted on. They watch because seeing this attractive woman publicly sacrifice her dignity, something we value in our culture, is compelling in the same way we rubberneck at car crashes.

Men line up to be farted on after making the internal calculation and determining that they, too, want to be featured on YouTube and IG. Dignity be damned for 30 seconds of pseudo-g-list fame.

There is no shortage of dignity sacrificing acts one can broadcast in exchange for attention and money, especially if you are traditionally attractive.

It’s not simply supply and demand that dictates the monetary value of these pursuits. The price is determined at the intersection of a lot of factors including the individual’s prospects, purpose, skill, demand, and personal values, all of which are weighted first by society, and then by the individual. The higher the discrepancy in the weights, the more valuable the pursuit.

There are women (and some men) making $20k/weekend doing sex work. There are women making $20k/pop selling their eggs. There are women (and men) doing outrageous things and broadcasting them to the world for varying $20K increments. In all of these professions, people have atypically low weights attached to factors which our society weighs more heavily. This makes them valuable.

I also pass no judgement on this woman. More power to her. But make no mistake, there’s an opportunity cost. She may not admit it. She may naturally place a lower weight on the dignity component of her calculation. Or, it may be that she places a much higher weight on the value of cold hard cash.

Either way, her price is right for the sacrifices she is making. Depending on what each of us is willing to sacrifice, I agree that we could probably all find a niche that proves profitable.

It depends on which personal values we are willing to sacrifice at the alter of the Almighty Dollar.

Fart on, Sister.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com