If the existence of God is controversial, Craigslist is not. It's a godsend. Before Craig, we had to haul off old bookcases to thrift shops, post signs on telephone poles with photos of our lost dogs, hold tag sales and pay a hefty broker fee to find a new apartment.
I hadn’t, however, realized until I read in today’s New York Times that because of Craig, we no longer have to drag our asses to brothels and massage parlors or deal with escort services and street walkers. Hookers are posting on Craigslist. This is not only a time saver, but with the price of gas, can mean formidable savings. Law enforcement has taken to monitoring the website, at least the erotic services category, and setting up stings. I wonder if any veer off to score a used TV set or Barcolounger.
We can do everything we need to do using our computers -- whether it’s hire an assistant, learn how to drill holes in tile, find other raw vegans and haiku fans for on-line discussions, or track down the soul mate we stared at earlier in the week on the E train.
Even if you’re neither lazy nor agoraphobic, Craigslist is there to simplify your every activity. My own research came up with some amusing, albeit g-rated postings, including:
Lost black dress sock. Size 8-12. Ribbed. Cotton blend. Last seen doing laundry. May have joined the circus. Any leads appreciated. Reward.
Another demonstrated in the ad a desperation for help with spelling:
I am looking for a writer who can describe elequently (sic) a short bio of mine.
A little about me, I am a facial plastic surgeon and I am starting a practice in the west village.
Basically a (sic) I am looking to have a statement written on my website and broshures (sic).
I shouldn’t have been surprised to find prostitutes on Craigslist. Everything else that’s been used is available there.
Too bad for Larry Craig he didn't think to use his namesake.