You don’t have to approve of pornography to admire the business acumen of someone like Jenna Jameson. Most prostitutes have to do their two-backed-beast-making with many men, collecting their fortune one grubby C-note at a time. Whereas Jenna has figured out a way to do it with relatively few, and make millions of others pay her for it. This is a model any Harvard MBA would love to apply to more legitimate business, but Jenna’s even ahead of them there — thanks to photogenic, slickly marketed gals like her, porn is a legitimate business now. I can recall a time when her visit to town — to “host a party” — would have been studiously ignored by most metro newspapers, much less covered on a minute-by-minute basis.
There are three links there, to short stories from the Free Press website; go ahead and click through them to see how it went. If you don’t have time, it’s pretty simple: The crowd waits for Jenna. Jenna arrives, but immediately bolts for her super-secure VIP room, to which only “Jenna and her girls” are admitted. And then Jenna leaves, again quickly and without any crowd contact, although the girls put on a lingerie show.
Tickets to this pigeon-plucking ranged in price from $500 to $1,000.
Jenna is quite the dish, so maybe getting a glimpse of that blonde ponytail was worth it. Can’t say, but I will say her behavior underlined what must be the real downside of her line of work, i.e., those millions of others. The fans. I mean, do you blame her for bolting from a crowd of several hundred self-confessed wankers? Would you want to shake hands with some of these guys? And you know, of course, that many would want to give her a little hug and kiss, too. Man, I’d be in that secure VIP room so fast the ponytail would be all you’d see.