Excerpt: Foovay's Floozies

“All women are whores.”
The reporter blanched, her face turning white under her rosy makeup. Swallowing as politely as possible, she jotted down the photographers statement and braced herself for the explanation.

“Those women who consider themselves “good women” hate us the most because they see themselves in us. And because they can see that we are actually more independent and free than they are.” The photographer, and former whore, Dixie, paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, and to enjoy the struggle on the reporters face as she tried to hang on to impartiality.

Dixie laughed. “I know – we are completely dependent on men, but we are also completely independent of men. Few women, other than the independently wealthy, can say that. And most of those women got their money from Daddy or some other man. Well, I got your Daddy’s money, too. And I didn’t have to do his laundry, or raise his children, or put up with his snoring. I spent an hour or less with him and then got up with his cash and went and did whatever I wanted to do. While your Mom was sweating over a hot stove, or even just supervising the servants and pretending to be happy as she played hostess to even more boring men – I was off doing as I pleased, buying myself pretty nighties or the latest camera equipment.”

The reported gulped again. Her pen flew, capturing the statements verbatim, even as a chill worked it’s way down her back as the truth of Dixie’s statements came clear.