The previous post reminds me of what I consider the stupidest concept in all of Robert Heinlein’s work (which is quite a strong statement). In Glory Road the female accoutrement of the main character expresses amazement that humans on Earth have prostitution. “Why”, she wonders, “would a woman charge for what she has in infinite supply?”. Even when I was young and read that I thought - “Jeebus, Heinlein, you have writing in infinite supply, why should I pay to read it?”.
Of course, the fundamentally fallacy is that no one has anything in infinite supply because we all have a finite life span. So any time spent doing one thing is time spent not doing anything else. That puts value on it. The RAH view here is a mirror image of the traditional view. Instead of sex being precious and special, it doesn’t even rate as high as flipping burgers, being singularly unworthy of remuneration. Given that the consequences of sex are potentially much larger than burger flipping, the traditional view made more sense to me, even as a libertarian.
Sorry, that’s been bottled up for a long time and is part of why I eventually just couldn’t read any more Heinlein. The Number of the Beast was the last straw. It was just such dreck that it cured me of ever picking up a Heinlein book again.