Working Women

At 6 a.m. Times Square in its emptiness, Unknown.jpeg looks like an abandoned movie set with its massive billboards and theater marquees, while drunks sleep it off in dirty doorways.

As I saunter west to work, my tote bag slung over my arm, I see up ahead, a group of girls gathered like a glamorous gaggle of geese.

Were they just coming home from a night on the town?

When I get closer, the glamour fades like the morning after a party…dirty glasses smeared with lipstick next to smelly ashtrays and food left on greasy paper plates.

I realize they’re working girls, women of the night, members of the oldest profession there is.

Far be it for me to feel superior, understanding that at times, a girl has to do what she has to do to pay her rent, or feed her kids.

Two look like men, their necks and arms big and bracing, while a third is tiny and delicate like a doll that came to life. They have a Fellini look to them, Anita Ekberg about to take a dip in Trevi Fountain, except the joy is missing, the La Dolce Vita nowhere to be seen.

I’m suddenly of interest.

“Oh lookie’ here, all fresh from a showa’ I’ll betcha,” said one, dressed in powder room pink, false eyelashes fluttering like fruit flies.

“I quicken my step, especially when another says, “Ya know what you need doncha’ honey’?”

I can hear them laugh, howling at something I know to be true. Why am I out all alone at such an early hour?

I’m working too, walking the streets, hoping to meet up with inspiration.

Who knew this would be it, humbled by their plight.

These women jump in cars that go around the block for a 20 dollar blow-job. Imagine thinking, that was your only choice for a meal and a room in a fleabag hotel.

My heart softens making me turn around and go back.

The laughs stop. Is she armed? Is she crazy?

“Listen ladies,” I say, with an Anthony Perkins grin, “I know you must be tired. May I treat you to coffee at the cart on the corner?”

They stare at me, never expecting kindness on the heels of their heels.

“Come on, whaddaya’ say?”

Three turn away, but Miss Pink with great pluck, shimmies over. “Are you kiddin’? Why do ya wanna buy us anythin’ when we done nothin’ cep’ make fun a’ ya?”

“I’m glad I made you laugh, because all girls need a good giggle now and then.”

As the two of us meander to Manny’s Fresh Brew…Have a Donut, Danish, Bagel or Two...the others, like mares rejoining the herd, slowly trot over.

It makes me think of the night Jesus met a prostitute who came to him crying, kneeling down, washing his feet with her tears, drying them with her hair. images.jpeg

Now I wasn’t about to give Miss Pink’s feet a wash and set, but I did think I heard the guy in sandals say…

That’s what I’m talkin’ about Susannah. Compassion for all, hearts wide open, leaving any judgement to me.

Inspiration, that little imp, often comes in peculiar packaging.

SB

 

 

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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77 Responses to Working Women

  1. Sorryless says:

    Susannah,

    You treated perspective with such a kind heart and open soul. To put yourself in the shoes of these women, to see them as grown up little girls, damaged by a thankless world for different reasons . . that is what Jesus WOULD do indeed.

    You always speak of your two cents, but this coffee kaffeeklatsch is simply priceless.

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  2. Dale says:

    I love that you do stuff like this, Susannah, then share it with us, your following.
    The world needs more of you.

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  3. WTG says:

    You have a knack at alliterative phrases, Susannah. Lovely.

    Even more lovely is the lesson in your post. And written with such incredibly descriptive prose. The $20 blow job reference brought me up short; imagine thinking indeed. Thanks for this.

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    • I almost took that out being so brutally crass and all, but hey…it’s the reality of the situation. I just can’t imagine what their lives must be like. Makes one take pause. Thank you for reading.

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  4. robprice59 says:

    Wonderful piece Susannah. I can’t help but wonder why the ladies need to stay up all night. If Times Square is empty, who can they peddle their services to?
    Prostitution is a taboo subject, so often swept under the carpet. I salute your courage in raising it here.

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    • It won’t be a best seller here at athingirl.com but I try to write from my experiences, even if the subject matter might breed discomfort, and this did just happen. I like to walk early when I can, so I ended up there having to pass through. I think there are many customers in the early hours. Though it was clear their shift had just ended. Thanks

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      • robprice59 says:

        p.s. WordPress have deleted my blog. I’m not sure what that means for our future communication. Whatever, I’ll find a way.

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      • I don’t know either. They’ve gotten less noble over the past year or so. They correct nothing. Send automatic responses to any problems you may have. And they lie. i get so much inappropriate Spam…sex sites…porn, and they claim they no nothing about it. Hello!!! Of course they do. They get money from them. Nothing is pure and simple anymore Mick. Everything’s a racket. sigh If you can’t reup, it’s okay. You’ve been such a good sport about reading me, if it’s over I’ll understand. Life With The Top Down stopped getting postings and that’s it. She didn’t reup so it made me aware that people are tired.

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    • robprice59 says:

      It isn’t all over. I will find a way. I don’t blame them for deleting my blog: I don’t use it any more. So far, everything seems to be working.

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    I bet in the future they’ll stop and think before taunting a thin girl passing by. Little acts of kindness (like yours), add up and change the way we all feel about each other. We all need to keep spreading kindness and tolerance. It is possible to change the world,
    Keep reminding us, Susannah.

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  6. Eilene Lyon says:

    Your writing is so descriptive and true to life. It moves me and inspires me to kindness, what we all need more of in life – on both the giving and receiving ends.

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  7. WTG says:

    Glad you didn’t take it out. It was powerfully provocative in a good way. It provided an image I could grasp. Painfully so.

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  8. Your graphic description of Times Square sets the stage perfectly. An essay is never just a bunch of words. It’s also who you are. The guy in the sandals speaks to you, and you hear him clearly. Do you know what a miracle that is? You have the admiration of many who read your posts, and you have the blessing of that guy who watches you. My heart swells with love for you when I read the simple things you do for others.

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  9. aFrankAngle says:

    Now that was a strong play. Well done!

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  10. I love this, Susannah. It’s truly heart-warming. You’re a great example to us all.

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  12. Sorryless says:

    It’s funny but I got to know your writing schedule on WP, more or less . . so I was just showing up.

    I’ll say hi instead. And have a nice weekend. πŸ™‚

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  13. Vasca Beall says:

    Kindness is a beautiful virtue…you showed those ladies of the night something they probably rarely encounter. I’m sure they’ll remember you for quite a time. Perhaps they’ll even practice a bit of it someday. Ya’ think? One of my good friends is w/her husband in California this week and her 11 year old son sent her a message that he has been nominated as the kindest 6th grade male. . Kindness lives on. Yay!

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  14. I am learning all the time the same things as before. The big one is: be kind and understanding to all. This IS big and takes a lot of time, energy, and … habit. Each time I manage it in some way, the next one doesn’t seem so terribly difficult. Nor should it be. People are people. Plus, I doubt I would have been greeted with the same comments had I offered the ladies coffee…

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  15. That was really nice of you…reminds me to try a little harder

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  17. kiraninprogress says:

    Hi! I loved this post! It was so well written and refreshing! And you truly do have a knack at alliterative phrases😊 I was wondering if you could checkout my new piece on ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE & JOBS OF THE PAST!And I would really appreciate it if you could comment some feedback to improve the writing style. Looking forward to hearing from you. – Kiran

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