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THE SWEET SIDE OF COLLEGE Jerk’s candid conversation with a college sugar baby. Nudes, feet-pics and risky arrangements. words by Sally Rubin illustrations by Katie Mulligan
Sunny Elle, a student at the notoriously prestigious—and even more expensive— Northwestern University, is one of the 2.7 million students currently turning a profit through her side hustle as a sugar baby on Seeking Arrangements, a site where young women offer emotional, and sometimes physical, connections with wealthy older men—sugar daddies— who are willing to pay a pretty penny for their company. Elle caught up with Jerk to give us her insights into the misconceptions and realities of being a college student living the sweet life. Jerk Magazine: What made you join Seeking Arrangements? Sunny Elle: Money! I’m so broke. Also, it’s an easy gas up. That’s it. JM: And... Sunny Elle? SE: Elle Woods is my favorite character ever. JM: What has your experience been like so far? SE: Pretty okay. Some creepers have made me very uncomfortable. I’ve definitely had a stress
dream about people from the site tracking me down. However, you kind of have all the power as a sugar baby. Saying no or blocking people is easy. I do online arrangements because I haven’t chatted with anyone I think I’d be comfortable meeting up with yet, and so I send pics and stuff, no face necessary, whenever I need money. I paid for party alcohol solely by sending feet pics, which was hilarious. JM: What are your thoughts on people who think the sugar life is prostitution? SE: So, if you’re not having sex, it’s definitely not prostitution. However, some sugar daddies will write, “intimacy required for allowance,” literally meaning I’ll only pay you if you hook up, which I mean...is prostitution. Still, go for it if you’re down. If you’re comfortable with that, who the fuck cares—it’s your body! Most daddies genuinely are just lonely weirdos and just actually want someone cute to hang out with. These men want to spoil you and take care of you. It’s their way of getting emotional fulfillment. It really feels like a business, in a weird way. There are creeps and sickos everywhere objectifying me and my body. Might as well make money off of them.