Kaya Jones says that the Pussycat Dolls were a front for prostitution
The depravity of the entertainment industry grows each passing day. Each news cycle brings with it a festering sore, a declaration of prostitution, sex parties, the usage of human flesh for the fulfillment of producers and pig-men occupying the top ranks of the entertainment industry. Women become commodities both social and financial, material conduits of exchange between the pig-men. The hell that is Hollywood, and its accompanying music industry, has opened its maw for all to see.
Kaya Jones, a member of the Pussycat Dolls from 2003 to 2005, said this on Twitter:
"My truth.I wasn’t in a girl group. I was in a prostitution ring.Oh & we happened to sing & be famous. While everyone who owned us made the $"
Kaya pointed out that these executives are never called to speak on their crimes, or the crimes of their colleagues:
Jones continues, saying that she was forced to have sex with whoever she was told to by the executives above her:
Jones left the group over the pain of living this way.
The sordid waste of the entertainment industry has rendered a girl group into a prostitution ring.
Who is the "den mother from hell"? Likely Robin Antin, the group's founder. Antin responded to Kaya Jones, saying that she was lying, just looking for her "fifteen minutes of fame", and was only a temporary member of the group. She rewrote Jones' understanding of her own time in the group, repulsively, to cover her own complicity.
And shame on Robin Antin. Nothing is more disgusting than telling your fellow bandmate that she wasn't being raped by your executives, when she knows that she was. With everything coming out about the entertainment industry, you'd have to be willfully blind to believe Antin for a second, and think that female members of a major girl group weren't being sexually abused for profit when one of the former members says that they were.
The rotten annals of blood, shame and pride are responsible for putting our media icons before our eyes, sexually assaulting them behind the scenes while putting forth a pristine image of pop bliss, the ultimate Maya, the false world, the antithesis of reality, a disgusting marionette manipulation of the human will - to rape these girls in order for them to fulfill their dreams.
Any man or woman silencing or casting doubt upon these practices is covering for themselves, and is a shameful coward. It is so obvious that rape in entertainment goes beyond Harvey Weinstein, and so how deep does it go? How fecund, how miserable, our muck?
Worse, still, is the "den mother from hell", the serpentine woman who defends the vile executives and throws her fellow performers under the bus. The ultimate traitor is the woman who witnesses rape and then calls the victim a liar. She is a careerist, and has traded her soul for thirty pieces of silver.
In the distant future, how ugly will our descendants look back and think of our entertainment, our industry run by rapists?