This week brought the viewers of Netflix some new scam artists to ponder over in both fiction and non fictional accounts – The Tinder Swindler and Inventing Anna. The former about a con artist who dated largely Northern European women scamming gorgeous young women via Tinder, taking them out for expensive dates/trips and then leaving them with the bill and naturally, heartbreak. Inventing Anna is a fictional account of a true person with shape shifting abilities in both name and demeanor, profiled in both Vanity Fair and The New York Magazine. During her time in New York she stiffed a few folks and hotels in her wake of pursuing a real identity, that may or may not have any fact or actual concept, but seemed good on paper, if she could manage to find said paper.
They are in a long line of hustler/swindlers who conned the rich out of bucks to fund their Music Festival, their personal wealth and business, the pleasure of the con, the art world, the real estate business, their start ups, their trade, and anywhere and everywhere cons and more importantly their marks exist. Listen to the podcast about Siegfried and Roy and you may find yourself thinking that maybe playing with Tigers is a curse, right Tiger King? Or how about Dirty John? There are dozens of podcasts about many who have been conned, tricked, manipulated and murdered in search of money, love or fame.
Hasn’t everyone at one point been conned out of something be it pussy or cash in pursuit of both pussy or cash, or dick, depending on which way the con swings. I have and I learned the hard way. And yes I was lucky as my credit or earnings were not overtly affected. I have been conned twice, once for love/dick, the other in search of housing. The first one I won’t get into detail as it was too long ago to care, but it was worth the price of the plane ticket to get this garbage out of my house and with that I lost a couple of grand and had some charges wiped, but most I paid. I do consider the drugging and near killing me a partial con, but the reality of that was it was a crime and it was without consent and knowledge so I elect to call it what it was, attempted robbery and murder. A con is when you have the ability to go along with the predator. And then again those too can turn nefarious, Jeffrey Epstein anyone?
But other con was just a basic one and was just a few years ago in Nashville, go figure home of the con. My apartment lease was terminated due to the property being sold and turned into condos and I needed temporary housing. The property I found for a temp lease was a fraud, not uncommon in these days; however I paid via PayPal using my American Express card as security. As one watches both the Tinder Swindler and Inventing Anna, that is one company that comes out with four stars!! They were right on the case and yes I filed useless Police charges and harassed PayPal for their inability to actually vet and verify accounts but it was AMEX who saved me. I ended up fine, but now as I have said repeatedly, come after my pussy or my money we gots problems.
I was listening to the Juicy Scoop podcast by Heather McDonald and she discussed her dating a con who took her for a couple of grand. He did his via a rental car issue after dating her for a few weeks and she knew immediately that something was wrong and found the car and paid the bill. It takes only one and that should be enough. But for many thousands goes into the larger numbers you have to wonder how good that dick or pussy is?
But with the pandemic taking over our lives in a world already soused with the cologne of social media, we can smell our happiness right through our screens. Or not. What.ever. But the FOMO culture, the Millennial neediness to be cool and that is one factor that both Tinder Swindler and Inventing Anna show in spades with the Instagramming of their every fucking movement, next up our bowel movement, further demonstrates the insatiable pettiness and self loathing one possesses in which to document their every move.
And stories about the endless cons and manipulations of those online fraudsters and those who do manage to make it to meet in person became another show itself, Love Fraud, who not only conned the women, he married them! And this group was neither young or wealthy, and not living on the coasts, but the heartland of America. Again, we think all this shit we have outgrown, this says, no, not really.
So natch I found this article on Twitter about the victims of the swindlers and how often they are in fact women, usually impressed with money, and with that in fact all of Anna’s victims were her peers, she defined influencer with throwing about cash to the staff and personnel who served her, conning those who had no life or identity and in were in search of one as well. She never succeeded in getting into the doors of the rich and famous as she aspired, there is where a Madoff succeeds, being male and well connected pays off, women still pay with pussy then charge the work they need to secure entry to said pussy on their own credit. Either/or we lose when it comes to finding dick, we always pay!
The expression, too good to be true, has a point. But loneliness, isolation and the lack of connection to anyone takes a toll. If I found people interesting I would feel that way but it takes only one dip into that pond when I recall the asshole from Ireland, (yes the Irish are born con artists) and the asshole who drugged me, enabled me to get into a car and nearly die, forcing me to fight not only for my life but the truth, to realize there is no man capable of being a presence in my life. That was taken without my consent and at least if I handed the cash over with knowledge as I did with the Irish lad a decade earlier, I might have been able to tell the tale with some laughter but I cannot. This is what online dating does. It takes a life away, sometimes literally. Again I was lucky. I have now eight lives left so fuck off I have no interest in testing that again.