70 euros for half an hour: the price of a mix-up that outrages some women
A TikTok video shows a woman visibly angry because a passer-by mistook her for a prostitute. The viral reaction was quick to arrive, but not exactly to support her. The comments focused on her outfit: a crop top leaving her midriff bare, described as a "crumpled rag", and a heavily tattooed body that, according to some opinions, makes her a "6 at best". The discussion quickly turned to the price of sensual services: 70 euros for half an hour, 50 for the full service, according to the debate's amateur appraisers.
Victim or culprit: the eternal dilemma of what women wear
Far from questioning the man who assumed she was a sens worker, most of the comments turned on the woman. It was argued that "a respectable woman shouldn't show her midriff", that dressing like that is "trashy" and that "if you don't want to be mistaken for one, don't dress like one". The responsibility falls on her, not on the person judging by appearance. This line of thinking equates freedom of dress with deliberate provocation, and justifies the mistake as the logical consequence of an aesthetic choice.
The slutification of Spanish women, according to the harshest take
One comment sums up the most extreme stance: "The average Spanish woman has reached such a high level of slutification that we can no longer tell them apart from actual prostitutes." The phrase condenses a worldview that normalizes the mix-up and attributes it to a cultural shift – "slutification" – rather than to individual prejudice. It is an argument that shifts the problem from the observer to the observed, and it resonates with those who believe certain garments or attitudes are the "signature" of prostitution.
Prices and stereotypes: when the debate becomes a price list
The discussion about prices – 70 euros for half an hour, 50 for the full service – reveals just how deeply women are objectified in the collective imagination. She is valued as a service, given a market price and compared with other offers. The protagonist's outrage clashes with an environment that not only mistakes her for a prostitute, but also debates whether she is worth that price or should charge less. In the end, the debate is not about whether she is right to be angry, but about how much she is worth in an imaginary sensual marketplace.
The final result? The mix-up is justified, the victim is blamed and the real problem – the tendency to judge women by their appearance – is buried under a mountain of stereotypes and price tags. The next time a woman is outraged at being mistaken for someone else, perhaps she should ask not why she was mistaken, but why we live in a society where such mistakes are so common.
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