This is where we’ve arrived in Los Angeles. Rich people hiring underemployed artists to impersonate friendship, and the artist eager to sell himself in this manner.
are you tired of social media and just want to be social?
do you need a sidekick to help you finish those 10k steps?
some company on the way to your destination?
an attentive audience?
someone with whom to complain about the general state of things?
a way to connect with the outdoors?
maybe you want to hear a story on a neighborhood stroll?
we can talk about whatever you feel like talking about. we can walk however you like to walk.
The paid companion, or lady-in-waiting, has a deep tradition, going back to English court. It allowed women of a certain class but lacking a dowry proximity to the wealthy and enhanced marriage prospects. You might meet Maxim de Winter on a cliff in Monte Carlo, and he might make you his nameless second wife. Then again you might gain the attention of the Earl of Essex and send Queen Elizabeth into such a paroxysm of jealousy she drags you bodily from court by your hair, and has you flogged.
In other words, woman’s work.
But what does woman’s work mean, in an iPhone economy? Anybody with any sort of personal service to sell can do so formally with the insertion of a Square card reader. If what you have to sell is empathy, why shouldn’t you? And if it pays more than your creative endeavor, then you may have little choice. Man’s work, as it was formerly known, doesn’t pay a dollar minute unless it involves plumbing or electricity or transmission repair. Therein lies the paradox of higher education. If there should be a warning label for anyone entering the liberal arts, it would look a whole lot like this flyer, posted by a Yale man.