

Well, maybe I’m just projecting then, but as a child I had no inherent respect for any authority simply for authority’s sake. I trusted authorities to give me a sufficient explanation as to why something was, or had to be, a certain way. If they couldn’t do that, I didn’t care how much older they were than me or what their titles were, I did not listen to them.
The example my parents always give when recounting my childhood is that my dad could say, “Don’t run in the street,” and the first thing I would want to do would be to run in the street. But my mom could say, “You shouldn’t run in the street because cars are very heavy, very fast, and can’t stop quickly, so they could hurt you very much,” and I would accept that and not run in the street.
I liked (most of) my teachers as a kid and I would never be mean to them or intentionally make their lives harder, but that’s not the same thing as listening to them or respecting their authority. Even in elementary school, I understood things like Bush’s “No Child Left Behind” policy and how that resulted in me being given work far below my level that wasted my life and potential. There is no reason for a child to respect any authority derived from the public school system, to be frank.
Granted that’s a very American perspective, but I can’t imagine it’s too much different in Britain given the near-analogous nature of our political parties.





Oh I absolutely do apply that position to all work. But I would do so with the caveat that if you have a career which helps people even despite the reality that you’re being exploited while doing so - like taking care of kids or special needs people or the environment or something - then that might provide you with more happiness than purely selling access to your body.
That’s not at all intended as a judgement of the mere fact, though. If you genuinely prefer sex work to the available alternatives to you, get that bag. Or maybe you even help people in your capacity as a sex worker, I don’t know.