Ashley Dupre, Eliot Spitzer’s choicest call girl, has blossomed into her own medium-sized New York City celebrity by being persistent. She still trades on sex, of course, appearing in Playboy (naked, but in a tasteful photo shoot brought to you first by Runnin’ Scared) in addition to writing an advice column for the New York Post, but at least we remember her name. (She also took real estate classes at NYU, but that’s boring.) In Sunday’s Post column, however, Dupre stands up for herself, explaining in detail why she decided not to appear in Client 9, a documentary about Spitzer’s downfall, and why she refuses to see the film.
“Have you seen Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer? If so, what did you think of it?” Jim from Greenwich, Connecticut asks Dupre. Believe it or not, she’d been waiting to clear the air on this one.
“No, and it’s not on my Sunday Night Movies Must-Watch List, either,” she writes in response.
Basically, they wanted me to talk on camera, one-on-one, for over four hours. I’m not dumb. I know that when there’s that much footage, producers and directors can edit it down to be whatever they want it to be, and that was way too risky. Wanting to protect my image after all the damage it’s incurred is not me being a diva, it’s me having a brain and being smart.
The director responded by telling Dupre, “Trust me,” which she did not. Why?
Now, most people have not gone through — and I hope will never go through — the media s- -t storm I endured. But having gone through it, “trust” is not something that comes easily to me. Especially when it comes to a one-on-one interview about my life story. So I was incredibly apprehensive about participating, and in the end, decided not to. I just couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t paint me to be somebody other than who I’ve become. If Alex wanted me to “trust” him, then he should’ve put it in writing, so I’d feel comfortable.
A cynic might cite money as an unmentioned determining factor, but let’s give the woman some credit: “the real reason why I won’t be watching it,” she writes, “is that it’s been almost three years, and I’ve put it behind me.” Brava!
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on December 26, 2010