Jessica Cutlerís blog, Washingtonienne, analyzed
I wrote about the sex scandal in my previous post, Jessica Cutler, the Washingtonienne, latest Washington sex scandal.
Her blog is so interesting, I decided to take the time to analyze it in a more detailed manner. The entire archives are available at http://washingtoniennearchive.blogspot.com.
Jessica Cutlerís first post:
I have a "glamour job" on the Hill. That is, I could not care less about gov or politics, but working for a Senator looks good on my resume. And these marble hallways are such great places for meeting boys and showing off my outfits.
This makes me feel sorry for the young women who want the job because they are genuinely interested in the political process, but they are passed over because they are not very attractive. The cute girls, like Jessica Cutler, get the jobs even though they donít deserve them based on merit or interest.
What to hate/love about D.C.
. . .
Love how hard-up the men are. Love these easy gov jobs.
This leaves me with some feelings of sympathy for the unfortunate ďhard-upĒ men that Jessica refers to so dismissively. Also, I note that Jessica confirms some peopleís suspicions that government employees donít work very hard.
I just got a phone call from Tortilla Coast.
Their Cinco de Mayo taco-eating contest (which I skipped) is rescheduled for 7:30pm, Thursday, May 13th.
The Tortilla Coast manager called to ensure my participation.
Whoever eats the most taco in 5 minutes wins a TV. I beat several grown men in the preliminary contest on Tuesday.
Bring it on.
This supports the theory that girls with a healthy appetite for food also have a healthy appetite for sex
A new contender for my fair hand. He works in one of the Committee offices. We will call him RS.
RS had my boss ask me out for him! She actually came in here and said, "He thinks you're hot." How junior high!
RS is Robert Ethan Steinbuch, a man who is almost old enough to be Jessicaís father, but Jessicaís boss doesnít think thereís anything unusual about the age difference, and neither does Jessica, because she never mentions it anywhere in her blog.
The following quote refers to Mr. Steinbuch:
I put the moves on HIM. That is, I brought him back to MY place, I was the one who jumped on HIM.
What a lucky guy.
The boss who pimped me out to RS just stopped by. She asked me what happened after she left us at the bar
Interesting how she uses the words ďpimped me outĒ.
Take cab over to W's place in Georgetown. Fuck. Get dinner someplace expensive.
W is the guy who pays her for anal sex. Comments like these will help other bloggers to out him.
I am done with W, for real this time. A man who tries to fuck you in the ass when you are sober does not love you. He should at least take you out for a few drinks to spare you the pain. Now I know that W does not care about me, only my asshole.
The whole situation depressed me so much, I turned down a free dinner and asked him to take me home. He peeled off a few hundred from that roll of cash he carries around, and put the hundreds in my hand as I was getting out of the car. I acted indignant, like I don't need his help, but I kept it: why punish myself? I should get something for putting up with his tired old ass.
More details about the shocking relationship with W. Itís clear from the blog that Jessica doesnít consider herself to be a hooker. The hundreds are not payment for sex, they are just a fringe benefit.
F=Married man who pays me for sex. Chief of Staff at one of the gov agencies, appointed by Bush.
W=A sugar daddy who wants nothing but anal. Keep trying to end it with him, but the money is too good.
And more information about the other guy who pays her to have sex.
Shit. I'm fucking six guys. Ewww.
A moment of introspection on Jessicaís part. Once upon a time, probably when she was in high school, she bought into the conventional middle-class values which dictate that one should remain a virgin until married.
What is my position? I am a Staff Assistant, or "Staff Ass," as the men on the Hill like to say. It's the entry-level job in each office. (For those who don't know.)
Details about what itís really like on Capitol hill, for those of us who havenít worked there. The implicit assumption is that these jobs donít require any special skills at all, and maybe donít even require much work. To get these jobs, the applicant needs a college degree, and needs to be an attractive girl.
Most of my living expenses are thankfully subsidized by a few generous older gentlemen. I'm sure I am not the only one who makes money on the side this way: how can anybody live on $25K/year??
If you investigated every Staff Ass on the Hill, I am sure you would find out some freaky shit. No way can anybody live on such a low salary. I am convinced that the Congressional offices are full of dealers and hos.
This is her most quoted passage. Maybe because it shows the most disdain for her job and for conventional middle-class values.
This passage is likely to evoke different reactions in different readers. Some will think, with righteous indignation, ďhow dare she complain about $25K, why does she expect someone to pay her any more than that?Ē
Others will feel sympathy and agree that $25K in the Washington, DC area equates to a pretty lousy lifestyle. How do they all get by wearing such expensive clothes, and living in safe NW neighborhoods and not in dangerous ghetto areas? Probably, most of them have parental support. But Jessica has given us something to think about. How many of the young women working on Capitol Hill are getting paid by men to have sex? Is this rare, or are a significant percentage of Staff Assistants making extra money by doing this?
When I read about Chandra Levy, the girl who was murdered and who was having an affair with U.S. Representative Gary Condit (who I strongly suspect was involved in the murder), what I noted was that she was living in an apartment that probably cost $1500/month, which is completely unaffordable on the salary she was making. Her father is a rich doctor from California, and Iím sure her parents were paying her rent.
Isnít it unfair that young people whose parents can afford to support them can do these resume building jobs on Capitol Hill, while those from more humble backgrounds are left out?
Will parents with conventional middle-class values (or those who feel guilty about not having them so insist on their children having them) continue to let their daughters work in DC with all these scandals?
I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.
This is the last thing she wrote. If Jessica ever reads this post, she will probably think Iím a loser for spending so much time analyzing her blog.
Sigh. Jessica, if your goal was to entertain people, I assure you that I was entertained. Thanks.
posted Saturday, May 22, 2004