This past spring break, I travelled
to Madrid with a friend. Each night, we would intentionally lose our bearings
and amble down hidden side streets teaming with quaint restaurants and bars and
patrons consisting mostly of local Madrileños. After my friend and I
decided that we had spent a sufficient amount of time on our ritual nighttime
walks, we would take the same path home every night, forcing us to cross a
large, highly populated pedestrian-only street that was fraught with
English-speaking tourists. This street was the red light district of Madrid,
with prostitutes soliciting sex and standing in nearly every doorway in
seductive dress, ready and willing to exchange their goods (i.e., their bodies)
for the goods of the consumers (i.e., money). Similar to Amsterdam and Havana,
these exotic prostitutes were entirely women and their clientele, judging by
the fact that they were working in a populated densely populated by tourists,
mainly consisted of wealthy male tourists looking for some “danger” and adventure
on vacation.
What
was most interesting to me about this reading were the ways in which the same
global forces impact sex work in both Havana and Cuba, yet in vastly different
ways. Through an “open embracement” of sex tourism by the Dutch government, a
large presence of migrants for whom sex work is the only viable source of
employment, a boom in the sex industry and an accompanying boom in sex-seeking
tourists, and an increase in regulation to “improve the situation of sex
workers,” Amsterdam seems to legitimize and minimize the immoralities of sex
work. Amsterdam’s economy is heavily reliant upon and stimulated by money that
is being spent by tourists that seek the tolerance for prostitution and
narcotic use that their home countries lack. Sex tourism in Amsterdam
successfully expanded and globalized through the immigration of female migrants
who, due to ethnic discrimination, had little choice but to find employment
through demeaning sex work. Although much of this sex work takes place in more
private settings like “private houses, escort services, and street prostitution,”
nothing is as commodifying as the way in which sex workers try to sell their
services in the more visible and public settings. Sex tourism in Amsterdam is
merely window-shopping for “otherly” bodies.
In
Havana, however, sex tourism is a more “subtle trade,” in which local women
seduce wealthier male tourists who provide them with money in exchange, not
only for sex, but for short-term companionship, friendship, and a date for the
evening. What shocks me the most about this concept of “emotional labor” is
that men begin to believe that these women truly enjoy working in this field
and that they care more about pleasing the customer than getting paid at the
end of the night. This type of outlook, in my opinion, fuels sex tourism,
giving the illusion that men are in a relationship with these women and not
simply engaging in sexual acts with a stranger that they barely know, making the whole transaction seem less commodifying. Instead
of the globalization of sex tourism through a mass influx of migrants desperate
for work and lenient policies facilitating the sex trade as seen in Amsterdam,
Havana’s rise in sex tourism is due greatly to an increase in the number of
hotels in the 1950s and the mid-1990s. An economic downturn in the late 1990s
encouraged many women to partake in the lucrative business of sex tourism.
Unlike the female migrants in Amsterdam, who had little choice but to take on
this line of work, the local Cuban females were lured into the field of sex
tourism due to their “rising material desires” and the possibility of massive
profiting.
As I mentioned in a previous comment, I traveled to the Netherlands last year with my mom, and Amsterdam was the first stop on the trip. I admit that all I knew about the country was that soft drugs were legal and so was prostitution. Accordingly, we went to the Red Light District and visited a "coffeeshop" as they are referred to. Other than that, the only other monumental places in Amsterdam were the Anne Frank house and the Heinekein brewery. I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who grew up in Amsterdam. I just couldn't do it - it wasn't normal. However, this is a prime example of how socially constructed my views are from growing up in a small town in the United States. With regards to Alexa's comments about the sex tourism in Havana, I agree with the idea that "maybe this one will be around for a few days, a week, even a month..." (p. 559) This to me is the equivalent to an escort in the United States. I watched a MTV documentary titled True Life: I'm A Sugar Daddy. The typical lifestyle of a sugar daddy was to meet an older man, flirt with him, go out on fancy dinner dates and vacation, but never have sexual relations with them. That was a pile of BS to me. As Alexa recalled her visit to Madrid and observing the Red Light district, it's important to recognize that there are many countries that go unwritten about that exhibit similar cultures.
ReplyDeleteJenn, I had never even thought about the effects Red Light districts might have on people who grow up near them. What do they teach young people about their bodies and their entitlement to others' bodies? Do people feel less of a responsibility for the retention of others' humanity through mutual respect? Or are the people in the windows of the red light district seen as an entirely different species, not to be mixed up with one's understanding of one's peers?
ReplyDelete-Ellie Merrell
I just feel awful that so many immigrants come to other countries to escape their economic or social problems in their home countries and are forced into similar situation when they finally immigrate. We are perpetuating the problem and actually causing serious health, psychological, and stress issues among minorities. These problems have been linked to increase belly fat, greater chance of heart attack, and increased plaque in the arteries. These women must be under chronic stress, making sure they know they are meant to feel crappy about their 'career choice.'
ReplyDelete-Molly B