The Bree Condon Story: is the gold-digger/sugar-daddy dynamic immoral or illegal?

The L.A. Times printed a rather genderfusing story which slyly illuminates the normal M.O. many gold-digging women engage in by stringing guys along so they can afford their Prada bags. I say slyly because the story accomplishes this by “switching” the gender roles, so to speak.

In the story, Man masquerading as fashion model bilks wealthy men, we learn that Bree Condon, just another of those nameless mass of marginally famous brand of “up and rising models” who infest Los Angeles and its nether regions (Newport Beach, in this case), a pretty brunette, aspiring actress and former Guess model, was the victim of a strange sort of identity theft.

Her sexy and available identity was assumed and pseudomarketed by a 24-year-old dude from Austin, Texas, Justin Brown. Justin, an incredibly resourceful thief who also happened to have a very feminine voice which further enabled him to lure his desperate customers deeper into the smoke and mirrors scam he ran.

The real Bree Condon

As the Times points out, Condon resides at that level of fame where strangers can look her up online and confirm she is in fact real and much of the script Brown assumed over the phone he gleaned from the internet as well by investigating Condon’s cyber footprint. Yet, she is not so famous as to have her private life completely unearthed publicly (which would have blown Brown’s story as well). She was in that middle-ground, purgatory state of semi-celebrityhood which haunts many of those looking desperately for their big break.

Brown was ingenious. He learned all about Condon and assumed her identity skillfully which he recited girlishly over the phone to his many national customers. There were never (for obvious reasons) face to face meetings.

Despite this, many of “Bree’s” customers sent him gifts, money, phones, even a dog.

The ostensible lesson here being that many lonely men are more than happy to fall in love with an idea, an image, a character. And to part with their hard-earned money in pursuit of ghosts. Hope springs eternal.

Bree Condon, the real one with the sexy lips and tanned legs, got wind that her name and image were being used to bilk swarms of desperate men. Perhaps angry that she didn’t have the heart to do it herself but sure as hell not about to let someone else do it on her dime, she complained to the police. After some sleuthing and staging, one wily investigator posed as one of Bree’s many prospective sugar daddies and offered to pay her motel room bill. Brown, having a truly bimbo moment, gave the motel address over the phone.

…police officers…knocked on the door of a budget motel room in Austin, Texas. Inside, according to police, they found an iPhone that had been a gift from one suitor, a small dog paid for by another and a 24-year-old man with a very high-pitched voice.

Authorities say the man, Justin Brown, had been impersonating Condon online and on the telephone for years. A grand jury indicted him last week on a felony theft charge. He’s accused of duping a wealthy Miami Beach doctor out of about $15,000 the doctor believed he was sending to Condon. Los Angeles police also are investigating.

So now Justin Brown, blessed with a high voice and a very conniving nature, has been indicted for grand theft and sits in jail for doing something many women do to a lesser (or greater) degree and never spend a day in jail for.

In fact, not only do they never see a day in jail or courthouse, many of them even drive expensive cars, live in pricey condos, wear the most stylish clothes, and their idea of incarceration is being stuck behind a drying layer of mud mask at the spa.

Conjectural experiment: if Bree decided that Justin’s little ploy was much funner and more profitable, and had taken over the reigns of his operation while continuing to elicit wealthy donations from fools, would that be considered illegal?

If your stupid horny ass falls for a hot chick and all that she demands of you for her valuable attention are an occassional gift and dinner, maybe a skiing trip, which you gladly hand over because you are desperate and mentally imbalanced beyond belief, does that make her a criminal? Should she be the one sitting in jail?

I think Justin Brown did nothing wrong.

Can he help it if there are an endless stream of pathetic men waiting by their phones and computers for a romantic ideal to live itself out in their ears or in front of their eyes? If the morons are waiting and the morons are biting, where’s the harm?

What is the difference between Justin Brown and your regular ol’ gold-digging hooch who stalks upscale Westside nightclubs looking for a rich loser to pay for her next big shopping spree?