Dead Hooker Storage

Sorry about the lack of posts folks. I've been busy getting ready to adopt a cat. But don't worry, a flurry of posts is headed your way starting with Dead Hooker Storage.

In a sea of distasteful jokes, questionable public image galleries, and ridiculous Internet handles, Dead Hooker Storage on MySpace really stands out. And they shouldn't take that as a complement.

This group goes way over the line. The concept of a storage facility that specializes in the containment of dead sex workers is kind of gross, but an interesting acknowledgement of danger this group faces on a day to day basis. It could be considered dark humor, which I'm a personal fan of. However, the blood leaking out of the storage unit, the picture of alleged street walkers with the text "Little does she know I'm behind her with a gun", and the accompanying manifesto that describes how the founders are dedicated to their "cause" of killing hookers is beyond horrible.











Sex workers, especially street prostitutes, are an extremely vulnerable population. Not only because they routinely interact with strangers, but because they as seen as disposal by the population at large. A string of missing person reports in Atlantic City went un-investigated by the local police because the people in question were hookers. The police consider sex workers a transient population whose disappearances aren't worth investigating. It wasn't until bodies starting turning up and relatives of the missing started complaining (yes hookers have families too) that they realized the city had a serial killer on its hands.

So what exactly is funny about killing hookers? And more importantly, why do these people think it's awesome to pretend to kill hookers, and encourage others to take part in such a juvenile and depraved fantasy? Is there something in the New Jersey water?