Why Esquire must continue to push boundaries
A former sex worker was not impressed with my recent performance and told me so.
As I was standing with my wife and daughter at the time, the encounter was a bit awkward.
As the three of us were attending our first Pink Dot Rally together, the woman’s accusations were somewhere between incongruous and surreal.
She hadn’t liked one of my recent Esquire columns. In fact, she’d hated it. I respected the opinion, if not the timing. My little girl was with me. We only wanted a pink balloon.
Instead, I was criticised for using archaic terminology (prostitute, rather than sex worker,
