Brava, Ms. Grant, brava! Keep playing that tune, make the music louder.

There is a long, successful history of safe, legal sex work in rural Nevada, and you would think from that example alone people would make the inference that prostitution is just another human service, like doctors and dentists and chiropractors and therapists, and politicians have no business telling people which of those services they may choose.

But people don’t act rationally about sex, primarily, I believe, as the result of the multi-century brainwashing they and their forebears have endured from priests and preachers and rabbis and imams and such. Those people (almost all of them men, please note) thrive on misery; if you’re not miserable, what do you need to be saved from? Why do you need a Big Daddy in the Sky? So they have zeroed in on sex, the universal fount of human pleasure, making it taboo, perverting it with rules that run counter to human nature and thus creating (voila!) misery.

Politicians are people who jump at the head of any parade they find, so it’s no surprise to see them at the head of the one established long ago by the religiots. The politicians are not the problem; if another parade starts, they’ll run to jump at the head of it. I never thought I’d live to see them drummed out of their self-given role of Protectors Against the Devil Weed, but they’re fast changing their tune as the people in state after state reject their nonsense. So if that can happen, maybe sex will be next. It’s just a matter, as I said, of making the music louder and getting the parade underway.

To paraphrase John Lennon’s famous song: “Imagine no law-makers, I wonder if you can. Live the life you’ve chosen, whether woman or a man.”