Books like Callgirl: Confessions of an Ivy League Lady of Pleasure

I learned two things from this book, and neither of them were about the sex industry.The first one is this:Jeannette Angell (or the character she plays in this book) thinks -- no, scratch that, she KNOWS -- that she is smarter than you. Than me. Than everyone who's going to pick up this book. She constantly mentions how educated she is (two masters and a difficult PhD!), name drops lecturing at places like MIT and Harvard, and never misses a chance to mention what an AMAZING teacher she is. It's all summed up in this one sentence. To give context, she's describing her madam, and how her madam, Peach, isn't exactly what most people would picture. She says:"She knew more about the classics of literature than I (and, I'll venture to guess, you) ever will."In other words, if Peach is smarter than Ms. Angell, then clearly Peach is smarter than you as well. Because there's no way you're as smart as Jeannette.The second thing I learned is that the author (or, again, the character she plays) absolutely needs to feel, to be, special. Whether it's because Mario the client will tell her things he doesn't tell anyone else, or because she's impacting her students' lives so profoundly, or because SHE's the only employee of Peach that Peach wanted to hang out with, the overwhelming need to feel special and important is clearly the author's driving force.Needless to say, I found the author's tone and style of writing to be unbelievably grating.On top of that, I'm not exactly sure what the theme or point of the book was. To help us shed our myths about sex workers? Well, such as what? That sex workers are nymphos just trying to get as much sex as they can? Sorry, I do sex and rape research for a living, I pretty much knew that already. That it's not necessarily degrading, that it can in fact be empowering? Frankly, that was definitely one of those "show, not tell" circumstances, because she mentions more than once how angry she gets when people use the word "degrading" to refer to prostitution, and while I agree that SHAMING prostitutes is horrible and evil and wrong wrong wrong, the fact is several of the incidents she describes in her book I WOULD have found 100% degrading. Ultimately, I think her goal was to show how the stereotype of sex workers is inaccurate, but she was so busy also explaining why she was so very different than most other sex workers that it ultimately has the opposite effect.Also of note is that apparently this so-called memoir is very much fictionalized to be more juicy or perhaps to sell more copies? For example, she actually taught high school, not college. What's hilarious is she claims she kept some of the fictionalized stuff in her memoir to make herself "look better." But the fact is, she didn't. She just...didn't look better AT ALL. She should have gone either full-on autobiography or full on fiction. But this strange mishmash of insanity just served to make her look bad, the sex industry as a whole look bad (which she claims was the opposite of her intention) and me really frusrated and annoyed with this book.EDIT: And you'll be interested to know that on Angell's own website, this book is listed under "novels." Despite the fact that the book itself clearly tries to pass itself off as a memoir. Not a Gaston Leroux "The Opera Ghost really existed," let's play with the line between fiction and journalism as a literary gimmick type thing, but a serious, no tongue in cheek, memoir. As in, the inside of the book has itself categorized as "20th century -- Biography." So basically it's A Million Little Pieces for the sex industry.