At work I would not open the link to the rest of the story and discussion on boingboing or follow the links to the third party site.

An escort asks, “Was that good for you?”

A lover says, “That was so good.”

A wife says, “I think we should repaint the ceiling.”

Of course I also looked at this article and, after briefly thinking, “Well, there’s no NSFW notice, so it’s probably tame enough to go to the link” a much louder mental voice said, “Photo essay about a sex worker. Probably best not to risk it.” 

Haha, been a visitor since the early 2000s. ’twas ever thus.

She doesn’t love the job, but apparently she thinks it’s decent enough that she wouldn’t prevent her children from entering the profession, as long as they do it the right way

I actually shivered at that idea. I’m of the opinion that sex-work is a necessary evil, which has to be conducted in full daylight as much as possible in order to protect all actors involved (workers, their relatives, their clients and society at large)… but I don’t think we should let children think that “it’s just a shit job”, like flipping burgers or loading cranes. Once you “sell” your body in that way, your relationship with it changes at a very fundamental level, and you enter a very dangerous territory; I’m glad she’s found a balance of sort, but many people get irreversibly compromised at a deep psychological level and never “come back”. I hope her children never get to experience what she did, not even the most pleasant aspects of it (whatever they might be, money or anything).

(btw, a “boarding school on a cruise ship in the Caribbeans”? Danes can be weird.)

you’re too much of a coward to face your own privilege

You lost me with that sentence (and what follows). Maybe you should face your own self-righteousness instead, and learn to moderate your language when arguing on the interwebs about people you don’t know.

“I don’t want this level of edginess.”
What you REALLY mean is that you’re too much of a coward to face your own privilege.

You don’t want to be made uncomfortable by seeing even one mere headline and a sad picture about a real human being.

You don’t want to be made uncomfortable by reading a story about someone who lives a different but still VERY real life.

You’re a coward, really.  You’re too afraid to actually consider that life isn’t always peaches and roses and perfection for the vast majority of people. Pathetic, really.