For my final posts I wanted to say a few words about the more widely known attractions in Amsterdam. First - the Red Light District. On the first night we found ourselves walking the dimly lit streets that make up the few blocks of carnal pleasure. I don't think I had very many expectations, but I did assume we would need to be extra cautious in a place where western morals are compromised. I was flat wrong. The body shopping is done under complete regulation. It felt like an art museum with each unique masterpiece framed and illuminated in an intoxicating red glow. The red lights attract you like a bug to a fluorescent bulb. There are row after row of large windowed doors enclosing body commodities from all around the world. Big and small, light and dark, old and young - your fantasy is as attainable as the 50 euros in your jeans. For a person who holds the opposite sex as the cornerstone of life and happiness this would seem to be the promised land. Yet, there is something unsettling about putting a price on something which you enjoy. It may be analogous to paying for your straight A's, or fixing a sporting event to be victorious, or paying your best friend for their company. It simply isn't the same and what is loved is tarnished. Due to these instinctive conclusions, I simply walked the Red Light District (A few times of course...) and enjoyed it as a spectacle deserving of world infamy.
3/24/09
Red Light District
For my final posts I wanted to say a few words about the more widely known attractions in Amsterdam. First - the Red Light District. On the first night we found ourselves walking the dimly lit streets that make up the few blocks of carnal pleasure. I don't think I had very many expectations, but I did assume we would need to be extra cautious in a place where western morals are compromised. I was flat wrong. The body shopping is done under complete regulation. It felt like an art museum with each unique masterpiece framed and illuminated in an intoxicating red glow. The red lights attract you like a bug to a fluorescent bulb. There are row after row of large windowed doors enclosing body commodities from all around the world. Big and small, light and dark, old and young - your fantasy is as attainable as the 50 euros in your jeans. For a person who holds the opposite sex as the cornerstone of life and happiness this would seem to be the promised land. Yet, there is something unsettling about putting a price on something which you enjoy. It may be analogous to paying for your straight A's, or fixing a sporting event to be victorious, or paying your best friend for their company. It simply isn't the same and what is loved is tarnished. Due to these instinctive conclusions, I simply walked the Red Light District (A few times of course...) and enjoyed it as a spectacle deserving of world infamy.
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Sex is truly the part of life, yet when a person can't get it from the one that he or she loves with but from someone that he or she never really cares, it is the same thing as going to public bathroom when you want to pee.
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