There is a scene in Pretty Woman that has stayed with me for years.
Edward, played by Richard Gere, looks at Vivian and says, “I’ve never treated you like a prostitute.”
Her response is immediate.
“You just did.”
For a long time, I watched that scene and thought it was simply about a man saying the wrong thing. As I have grown older, spent more time listening to people’s stories and worked with women from all walks of life, I have come to realise that the scene is about something much bigger than a wealthy businessman falling in love with an escort. It is about judgement. It is about the labels we place on people. Most importantly, it is about how often women are judged by the circumstances in which they are found rather than the character they possess.
What strikes me most about that exchange is that Vivian never asks the obvious question. Why is she carrying the burden of judgement when Edward was equally involved? He may have been the wealthy businessman and she may have been the escort, but both of them participated in the same encounter. Without Edward, there is no transaction. Without his choices, there is no story. Yet somehow society finds it easier to judge Vivian than it does Edward. He is seen as successful. She is seen as shameful. He is allowed complexity. She is reduced to a label, she could be incredibly successful in her own right, but it’s always the man casting judgement, without the understanding.
That scene has always felt like a reflection of something much bigger that still exists today. Women continue to be judged differently for the very same situations that men willingly participate in. The details may have changed. Dating apps have replaced chance meetings in bars. Social media has transformed how people connect. Entire industries have emerged that did not exist twenty years ago. Yet the underlying double standard remains surprisingly familiar.
A woman can meet a man on Tinder, spend an evening talking, laughing and building what she believes is a genuine connection, sleep with him, and then discover she has been quietly disqualified from relationship status because she slept with him too quickly. The irony is extraordinary. He was there too. He made the same decision. He participated in exactly the same experience. Yet somehow he walks away feeling entitled to judge her for behaviour he willingly took part in himself.
What fascinates me is that many women do not think this way. They are often looking at the bigger picture. They are wondering whether there is chemistry, whether there is potential, whether this person could become a meaningful part of their life. Of course there are exceptions. Both men and women can be manipulative. Both men and women can seek validation. Both men and women can be dishonest. This is not about pretending one gender is innocent and the other is guilty. Human beings are complicated. What interests me is the imbalance in how judgement is applied. Society still seems far more comfortable attaching shame to women than it does to men.
One of the most interesting questions in modern dating is why some men automatically assume that a woman on Hinge is more suitable for a relationship than a woman they meet in a lap dancing club or who perhaps has worked as an escort. Why? What evidence do they actually have? Have they spent time understanding her values? Do they know how she treats people? Do they know whether she is loyal, emotionally available, trustworthy or kind? Usually the answer is no. What they are really judging is not the woman herself. They are judging the story attached to her, and the crazy thing is from my day to day life, I actually hear that ‘BodyCount’ can often reign higher in the women they perceive as ‘Marriage material’.
The woman on Hinge is viewed as someone searching for love. The woman in the club is viewed as someone selling fantasy. One is placed into a socially approved category. The other is placed into a socially disapproved category. Yet neither label tells us very much. The woman in the club may have stronger boundaries than anyone the man has ever met. She may have spent years single because she refuses to settle for relationships that do not meet her standards. She may be fiercely loyal once she commits to someone. She may have had fewer sexual partners than many of the women being praised as relationship material. Meanwhile, the woman on Hinge may be dating multiple people, have no interest in commitment and be seeking validation rather than connection. Or the opposite may be true. The point is that nobody knows.
Character cannot be determined by profession. It cannot be determined by appearance. It cannot be determined by where somebody happened to meet you. Yet people continue to make assumptions every single day based on these things. They judge a book by its cover and then convince themselves they know the entire story.
What I have learned over the years is that public image and private reality are often worlds apart. We live in a culture where people carefully curate how they are perceived. Dating profiles are curated. Social media accounts are curated. Influencer brands are curated. Even ordinary people curate versions of themselves for public consumption. We look at photographs, captions and carefully selected moments and convince ourselves we know somebody. The truth is that we rarely do.
There are women with enormous social media followings who are admired by millions. There are reality television personalities, influencers and public figures who have built highly successful brands around their image. Some have found ways to monetise their beauty, fame and desirability in ways previous generations could never have imagined, and behind closed doors are being sent out on secret Whatssap groups for £10k for the night. Personally, I do not see anything wrong with that. If somebody has built an audience, worked hard to create opportunities and found a way to capitalise on their success, then fair play to them. What interests me is not what they do. What interests me is how society responds to them depending on what information is publicly available.
The same man who judges a woman working openly within the adult industry may spend years admiring, following and fantasising about a public figure whose private life he knows nothing about. The difference is not necessarily morality. The difference is visibility. One woman is judged because people know. The other escapes judgement because people do not. Yet both may be making similar choices in private. This is why assumptions are so dangerous. They are built on incomplete information and presented as certainty.
Another aspect of this conversation that deserves far more compassion is the reality that some women carry experiences most people know nothing about. Some women working within parts of the adult industry have histories of childhood sexual abuse, rape, domestic violence, coercive relationships or profound emotional neglect. Of course this is not true of everyone and it would be wrong to make assumptions. Every woman’s story is different. Yet it is important to recognise that for some women, their relationship with their body, sexuality and sense of control has been shaped by experiences that occurred long before anyone met them. I work with one lady in the industry, who was date raped, and is simply too scared to date, and maybe she’s lost her way a little, but who are we to sit and judge.
What often frustrates me is how quickly people jump to judgement without any curiosity about what might have brought someone to where they are today. We see a profession and assume we understand a person. We see a choice and assume we know the story behind it. Yet human beings are rarely that simple. For some women, stepping into a space where they choose the terms, set the boundaries and decide what access people have to them can feel very different from experiences where control was taken away. What outsiders may perceive as exploitation, another person may experience as autonomy. Whether people agree with those choices or not is almost irrelevant. The point is that we cannot understand someone’s life by reducing them to a label.
Perhaps that is another reason I find judgement so problematic. It leaves no room for complexity. It leaves no room for empathy. It leaves no room for the possibility that the person standing in front of us has survived things we cannot imagine. We do not know their history. We do not know their struggles. We do not know what they have overcome to become the person they are today. Yet society is often quick to condemn women for the choices they make while showing very little interest in understanding the experiences that shaped those choices in the first place.
As the film draws to a close, something interesting happens. Edward finally understands what he could not see at the beginning. The issue was never Vivian’s profession. It was never the circumstances in which they met. It was never the label he had attached to her. The real obstacle was his inability to look beyond those things. Only when he lets go of his assumptions is he able to see the woman standing in front of him.
If we return back to the film ‘Pretty woman’ in one of the most iconic scenes in the film, Edward arrives with flowers and climbs the fire escape despite his fear of heights. He becomes the knight in shining armour Vivian once dreamed about as a little girl. Of course, we live in a different world now. Most women are not waiting to be rescued. Women build careers, raise families, buy their own flowers and save themselves every single day. The fantasy was never really about being rescued anyway. The fantasy was about being chosen. Being valued. Being seen… finally the little girl who had led such a traumatic and sad life, was seen.
Perhaps that is what so many people are searching for beneath all the noise of modern dating. Not perfection, Not status, Not somebody who ticks every box on paper. Just somebody willing to look beyond the stereotypes, beyond the assumptions and beyond the story attached to how they met.
Because love does not arrive wrapped in social approval. It does not ask whether someone was met through friends, on a dating app, in a club, at work or during the most unexpected chapter of their life. Love only asks whether two people are willing to know each other honestly.
And perhaps that is the real lesson hidden inside Pretty Woman. The greatest relationships are not built by people who meet in the perfect circumstances…. They are built by people brave enough to see beyond them….
Maybe the real question is not where are the women worth loving. Maybe the real question is where are the men willing to put down their judgement long enough to recognise them.
Because the most beautiful love stories have never been about how two people met.
They have always been about what happened when they decided to truly see one another.
