Emperor's Club VIP takes the commodification of women to creepy extremes

Generally I'm not one to sneer at the pages of sex ads in alternative publications like the L.A. Weekly, possibly because they seem somewhat sad. Those ladies, and some men, are just trying to make a buck in a city that sells sex in any way people will buy it. Besides, it seems marginally safer to ply your trade through the want ads than working the mean streets of Sunset or Sepulveda.

But the ads of the Emperor Club VIP that are floating around on the Internet chill me in a way that my libertarian sympathies can't dismiss. It's not such much the Playboy centerfold type spreads of women's bodies with their measurements that bothers me. It's not the seven-diamonds ratings system, though it seems better suited to a movie or hotel. It's the marketing language that advertisers use for any other product for sale on the free market.

The online intro to the club (recently taken down, not surprisingly) boasts top-notch product:

"Our meticulous standards of beauty, intelligence and charm ensure that you always encounter the quality you've come to expect in a woman."

Ugh. The crass commodification of the "escorts" doesn't even try to dress up the prostitution. We got your quality piece of ass right here.