NEW YORK TIMES Report | Jacky Dejo: From 13 on Instagram to 18 on OnlyFans

In their third report on self-sexualized teens this year for the New York Times, Jennifer Valentino-DeVries and Michael H. Keller profiled 18-year-old Jacquelina “Jacky Dejo” de Jong in the post “She Was a Child Instagram Influencer. Her Fans Were Grown Men” (Nov. 10, 2024).

Valentino-DeVries and Keller wrote that Jacky Dejo, a Dutch citizen, was 6-years-old when her parents started posting pictures on Facebook “[...] to share her snowboarding prowess.” However, after she turned 13 she “[...] began promoting [Chance Loves] a swimwear brand.” Interestingly, Jacky Dejo initiated the collaboration and “[...] praised its swimsuits.” Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

So it seemed innocuous, she said, when at age 13 a youth swimwear brand, Chance Loves, offered to collaborate with her on social media after she contacted the company and praised its swimsuits. The brand featured her on its website and sent her bikinis, which she sported in photos she posted on Instagram. [Emphasis added]

Jacky Dejo (Instagram)

Only a few months after posing in bikinis on Instagram for Chance Loves: “[...] Jacky was fielding requests from photographers and obscure clothing brands that sent her bathing suits and tight athletic outfits.”

Interestingly, 15-year-old Jacky Dejo reported that her phone was stolen at a skateboarding venue in Barcelona. Subsequently, her nude teen selfies were posted online. “She wasn’t ashamed of the material, she said, but it was meant for private use.” Consequently, she received a “lucrative offer” from SelectSets, an influencer platform, which posted images of “[...] girls, some scantily clad.” (Note: Per Valentino-DeVries and Keller: “Some don’t believe her phone was stolen and say she sold the explicit images herself.”

Initially, Jacky Dejo was reluctant to join SelectSets, but after being guaranteed $10,000 a month and with her parent’s blessing, the 15-year-old joined SelectSets. Her first post was an “[...] Instagram photo of her straddling a motorcycle in a string bikini.” Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

Not long after her phone was stolen, Jacky got a lucrative offer from a man running a new influencer platform, SelectSets, that posted images of young women and girls, some scantily clad.

At first, she and her father thought the man, an American named James Lidestri, was running a scam. But when he guaranteed her $10,000 a month to start, she said, they took notice.

At 15, her parents told her, she was mature enough to make her own decision. She announced her new venture with an Instagram photo of her straddling a motorcycle in a string bikini. Her understated makeup and natural hair styling made her look very much a teenager, and her audience reacted positively.

“Submissive and breedable,” one Instagram commenter posted.

Even one of Jacky Dejo's teacher's subscribed? (Telegram)

After joining SelectSets, Jacky Dejo’s: “[...] earnings had already topped $800,000.” And by the time she turned 16, to make even more money, Jacky Dejo started MyInfluencer.Academy [MIA] and began recruiting other teen models to “sell racy images”. Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

Jacky was game [...] It was also her first taste of true financial independence: Shortly after she finished her schooling, she and her father said, her earnings had already topped $800,000.

After she turned 16, she sought to make more money by recruiting teenagers for her own platform [...] For almost all the girls, the business model is to sell racy images that do not involve outright nudity, though the site has pushed the limits of the law.

Jacky Dejo re-posted her banned TiKToks. (Telegram)

Jacky Dejo recruited teen models from SelectSets, Instagram, and Patreon. And: “[s]he even took suggestions from men in a Telegram channel.” On MIA, which could gross approximately $100,000 a month, Jacky Dejo took “20 percent off the top”.

MyInfluencer.Academy (Instagram)

Unsurprisingly, after she turned 18, Jacky Dejo, like 18-year-old Sami Sheen, joined OnlyFans (“$10 a month on OnlyFans for nude images”) and, like 18-year-old Claudia Conway, she joined Playboy (“$5 a month”). Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

Jacky does not believe she will be in the industry forever [...] But the day after she turned 18, her playbook had not changed. She delighted her online followers by joining the adult site OnlyFans and soon thereafter, Playboy.com.

“I’m happy,” she said, noting that she owns a boat and an apartment and has plenty of money to stay active in the international snowboarding circuit. “Can’t really beat it.”

(Interestingly, initially, Jacky Dejo joined Playboy when she was 16! But that was before the site changed the age minimum to 18.)

Of course, there are other sites like MIA. For example, Valentino-DeVries and Keller referenced SuperFanVerse, Passes and BrandArmy. Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

On one site, SuperFanVerse, an account featuring an 11-year-old girl advertised photos in a bikini and “see thru dress” and sought cash tips so she could “get some Roblox $ $,” referring to an online game platform popular with children.

On another, Passes, a mother created an account using her own identity and charged for bikini photos of her 12-year-old, getting around the site’s age requirement. The same child had previously belonged to yet another platform, BrandArmy, based on a falsified birth certificate.

Lastly, Seara Adair, an anti-exploitation activist, attempted to rescue Jacky Dejo whom Adair, naively, surmised was being “manipulated”. Jacky Dejo, who “believed that she was not a victim”, responded by telling her followers to “spam this bitch”. Valentino-DeVries and Keller:

Jacky wrote: “Don’t forget to spam this bitch who with her friends has been trying to spoil the fun for you! Going to be so much fun to destroy her and her psycho social justice warrior friends.”

Ms. Adair said, “I can’t imagine what level she’s been manipulated to to feel like this is who she has to be.”

Caroline O’Donoghue's "The Rachel Incident: A Novel": An Irish Student Desires to Seduce Her Professor

 

Here's Amazon’s Synopsis for Caroline O’Donoghue's The Rachel Incident (Alfred A. Knopf, 2023): 

Rachel is a student working at a bookstore when she meets James, and it’s love at first sight. Effervescent and insistently heterosexual, James soon invites Rachel to be his roommate and the two begin a friendship that changes the course of both their lives forever [...]

When Rachel falls in love with her married professor, Dr. Fred Byrne, James helps her devise a reading at their local bookstore, with the goal that she might seduce him afterwards. But Fred has other desires. So begins a series of secrets and compromises that intertwine the fates of James, Rachel, Fred, and Fred’s glamorous, well-connected, bourgeois wife. Aching with unrequited love, shot through with delicious, sparkling humor, The Rachel Incident is a triumph.

Before discussing her attraction to Dr. Frederick Byrne, Rachel shared some of her sexual history, by relating that when she was 17, she used her birthday money to “procure the morning-after pill”. Rachel lived at home during college, but to facilitate having sex, which she was “obsessed with having”, she moved out, because she was exhausted with having to sex at house parties, in parked cars, and in campus bathrooms. 

Rachel: “[...] there’s something depressing about asking your boyfriend to meet you at “our bathroom.” 

Interestingly, Rachel stated that having sex: “[....] as a teenager was more mature than anything between the ages of eighteen and twenty [...]” 

18-year-old Rachel had taken Dr. Byrne’s first-year Victorian Literature seminar group at University College Cork, and she was thought to be “one of his favorites”. Rachel narrated that Dr. Byrne was “a very big person, 6’5” and extremely wide, [with] a farmer’s build”. And with a “broad brow, wide nose, heavy-lidded eyes [that] all came together”

Other than her boyfriend’s views, Rachel stated that: “Dr. Byrne was the only other man in my life whose opinions I cared about.”

Rachel reminisced that Dr. Byrne was a lover of “fancy little cakes” like Portuguese tarts, which he would bring to class “still warm from the English Market.”

Dr. Byrne was “everyone’s favorite lecturer”. Why? Mostly because: “[...] the English faculty was mostly women.” Plus, per Rachel: “Having a large man teach you about a book felt exciting, like Dead Poets Society.”

When Rachel visited Dr. Byrne’s office, she thought, “Are we gonna fuck?” And that wasn’t particular to Dr. Byrne, because she had that erotic thought anytime she was in a small room with a man - whom she wasn’t related to. For example, she related:

I could be standing next to a seventy-year-old man in a lift and think: I hope he doesn’t want to have sex; I’m still on my period.

However, Rachel really did want to have sex with her professor, whom she had a quiet, but obvious, crush on since she was 18. And she was “pretty sure” that all the other first-year school girls “[...] were all hoping to fuck Dr. Byrne.”

Dr. Byrne was obviously different: I really did want to have sex with him. It wasn’t just that he was a random man in a small room. I had been nursing a quiet crush on him since my first year, a crush I only kept private because of how annoyingly obvious it seemed. I didn’t really talk to the girls in my year but I was pretty sure we were all hoping to fuck Dr. Byrne. He was huge, and passionate, and he was the only man under fifty in the English department.

Dr. Byrne was married, which, interestingly, Rachel found “most tantalizingly” attractive, but Rachel’s attraction to her married professor should not be surprising, because as R. Don Steele related in Date Young Women For Men Over 35, being married makes attractive (older) men more attractive to (younger) women. And not only was Dr. Byrne married, but he was married to his former (grad) student.

Before Rachel left her professor’s office, she: “[...] turned around to see another girl waiting to discuss her essay and potentially to be fucked by Dr. Byrne.”

During her senior year, Rachel worked at O’Conner Books and, by that time, she had taken several of Dr. Byrne’s classes. One day, Dr. Byrne entered O’Conner Books.

“Rachel,” Dr. Byrne said. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Hello!” I said brightly, stumbling into that young person’s problem of never knowing how to address your professors [...] “Yes!”

“Any recommendations?” he asked politely [...]

After they had a laugh over Rachel’s recommendation, Dr. Byrne “caught” her eye, and she thought: Fuck me and I’ll say more things! 

Dr. Byrne’s visit to O’Conner Books caused Rachel to have “perfect conviction” that she was going to “rebound” from her ex-boyfriend - with her college professor. “How chic!”

Dr. Byrne appeared to be “perplexed” by Rachel’s “half-flirting”, but he was not “altogether uninterested.”

Dr. Byrne wrote The Kensington Diet, a book on “Victorian Ireland during the famine”, and after he inquired about how many of his books had been pre-ordered by O’Conner Books, Rachel lied.

I saw that the order selection was zero.

“Fifteen,” I said. “Fifteen copies.”

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Quite a lot, then.”

Rachel lied, because she wanted to protect Dr. Byrne “against the world’s many disappointments.” She wanted to “guard him” with her body the way she would a “baby or small dog.” In addition, due to the fact that he towered over her, he made her feel “petite”. Per Rachel: “[...] to feel protective over someone who physically towers over you is a hell of a drug.”

Subsequently, Rachel introduced James, her co-worker and roommate, to Dr. Byrne, which caused Dr. Byrne to: “[...] move quickly, as if realizing that he had been lingering too long.” Consequently, Rachel wanted to “drive across the counter and keep him from escaping” from their “private world filled with little poses and sexy jokes about literature.”

To cover her tracks about lying about the pre-ordered copies of Dr. Byrne’s book, Rachel entered fake pre-orders. For instance, she entered a pre-order for Moira Finchley, whom had died two years prior. Consequently, James surmised that Rachel was attracted to her professor. 

James practically leapt into the air.

“You dirty bitch!”

A week later, after Rachel and James entered the remaining fake (back-dated) preorders, Ben, the bookstore’s manager, inquired, “What the fuck is the The Kensington Diet? Is that like the Atkins?” James replied by lying that The Kensington Diet had been written by Dr. Byrne, a “brilliant doctor”, whom had been profiled on Fergal O’Riordan’s show and that there had been “a lot of buzz” around the professor; thus, O’Conner Books should ask him to do a signing or book launch at the bookstore. The scheme was hatched over the idea that to get over her ex, James wanted Rachel to have a “glamorous, [and] exciting rebound” with her professor. And James was “keen for drama” too.

Consequently, after class, Rachel told Dr. Byrne that the bookstore’s manager wanted to know if the professor wanted to “launch his book at O’Conner Books.” Perplexed, Dr. Byrne agreed to the book signing. And to receive details about the event, he gave Rachel his wife slash publisher’s email address, which caused Rachel’s face to turn jelous red. 

While “under two duvets eating chow mein”, Rachel and James devised a plan to get Dr. Byrne to stay at the bookstore after everyone left. James’ plan was to make Dr. Byrne: “[...] sign all the copies of his book. Stick him in the stockroom. Then [...] seduce him.”

Rachel, “In the stockroom?”

James, “You’ve never fantasized about fucking someone in the stockroom?”

Rachel: “Of course I had.”

On the day of the book launch, Deenie Harrington, Dr. Byrne’s wife, “scanned her eggy eyes over” Rachel. Deenie was trying to “puzzle out” Rachel’s interest in Dr. Byrne. Why?

There were too many cliches about male English professors and their adoring young students for her not to have been on the alert. She had been in his class herself, albeit as an MA student.

Deenie wanted to figure out whether I was the kind of girl who has ill-advised but unrequited crushes on her professors, or the kind of girl who orchestrated bookshop launches in order to seduce them. I don’t think she found an answer. 

Dr. Byrne, looking “handsome and wilted”, arrived at O’Conner Books “just after six”. Consequently, Rachel narrated: “I realized then how much my crush had developed [...]” James was impressed too.

“Oh my God,” James said [to Rachel], when he saw him across the shop. “I bet he’s hung like a chandelier”

“Shut up.”

“Do you have clean kickers on? He prodded.

“I’m not discussing this here.”

“But all the same, I was wearing nice knickers.”

About thirty people came to Dr. Byrne’s book launch. “Twenty-two of them were friends, family or work colleagues [...]” Rachel “delivered a short, burbling introduction [...] Afterwards Dr. Byrne read the introduction from his book [...]” 

After the reading, Dr. Byrne was set up at a table that we usually used to stack the toilet books on. His friends and colleagues queued up to speak to him. A photographer from the Evening Echo was there to take pictures for the social diary.

“It was all over by nine o’clock.” Dr. Byrne’s “friends decamped to a pub”, but Dr. Byrne, without being prompted by Rachel or James, decided to “stick around the bookshop to sign the excess copies”. Dr. Byrne’ wife, “kissed him, getting up on her tiptoes to do it, and said she’d see him at the pub.” But that only annoyed Rachel and made her covetous and vindictive. “Fuck you,” She thought. “I’m going to shag your husband just for that.”

My analysis of The Rachel Incident will abruptly stop here, because the shocking plot twist that occurred five paragraphs later does not fit with the theme or any motifs of this blog. But I'll end by sharing that Hamilton Cain related in a review for the New York Times that: "All the incidents in “The Rachel Incident” add up to a gratifying, accomplished novel."

Netflix’s "Jeffrey Epstein: Filthy Rich" and Haley Robson: The Teen Ghislaine Maxwell

Stuart Pivar, co-founder of the New York Academy of Art, author of Lifecode: The Theory of Biological Self-Organization, industrialist, and who acted "[...] as a sort of art consultant to [Jeffrey] Epstein", opined, in reference to Epstein’s teen masseuses, in an interview with Leland Nally for Mother Jones: 

For years, they went, came there time and time and time again. 

He did stuff with underage girls who knew what the hell they were doing. By the hundreds [...] What Jeffrey did in comparison with the kind of stuff which gets exposed every day of people who are abusing children left and right and all kinds of institutions? Jeffrey never did anything like that. Everything he had to do with these girls was complicit.

In the Netflix documentary, Jeffrey Epstein: Filthy Rich (e01), Haley Robson shared that when she was 16, after refusing to be Epstein's masseuse, she agreed to recruit teen masseuses for Epstein for which she agreed to be paid $200 per massage. Over an, approximately, one-year period, Haley recruited almost 30 teen masseuses for Epstein. 

Haley, "I probably recruited maybe 24 [underage] girls."

(Haley related that she “didn’t feel comfortable” being touched in “inappropriate places” (i.e., “below the belt”). She said, “I refused to do that.” But after Epstein acquiesced to her refusal, she did not refuse Epstein's offer to recruit her classmates.)

Interestingly, Haley was recruited by a high school classmate at Royal Palm Beach Community High School. The schoolgirl informed Haley, “I know this guy, and he would give me $200 just to give him a massage.” 

Haley Robson: Competitive Equestrian (Netflix)

Haley's response was, “This is my ticket out of West Palm. This is my way out.” Haley’s response implied that she was underprivileged, but we know from the documentary that she was a competitive equestrian, her mother was a banker, and her father was a police officer.

Haley confessed to detectives that, before going to Epstein’s house, her recruits “knew everything” (i.e., Epstein would be nude, and they would be fondled by hand and/or by a vibrator.)

Detective, “The girl that was going knew she would have to massage him?”

Haley, “She knew everything.”

Detective, “How long have you been working for him?”

Haley, “I probably worked for him for a year.”

Haley even informed the detectives that her underage recruits recruited underage recruits! 

Haley, “Those girls brought other girls, too.”

Detective, “Okay.”

Robson, “So, it's like a train.”

Detective, “Who else was underage?”

Robson, “Under 18? All of them.” 

Haley Robson's Yearbook Photo (Netflix)

And Haley recruited strategically by targeting friend groups whom she would drive to Epstein’s home, escort them directly to Epstein, and then wait by the pool to be paid. 

Haley, "I would recruit girls that were friends. I would just casually bring it up. And we would drive together to his house. I would take them to the room, and then I would walk out. Sometimes I would wait out by the pool. When the girls would leave, Jeffery would come outside to pay me [...]"

Somehow, unlike Ghislaine Maxwell, Haley was never charged with a crime. This is despite the fact that a detective informed Haley that she clearly implicated herself in [teen] prostitution - a second-degree felony:

Detective, "At this point, you've clearly implicated yourself in a crime. Okay? You've taken girls to somebody's house for the purposes of [teen] prostitution [...] Now that's a pretty significant second-degree felony."

Haley said that she doesn’t feel guilty about being a (teen) madam, because she was 16 at the time. Does that mean that Haley feels that all self-implicated 16-year-olds should be free of being charged with felonies? What about 16-years-olds who live in New Jersey where the age of consent is 16? 

But Haley’s freedom raises some additional (rhetorical) questions:

Unlike Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, why was Haley never charged with a crime as well?

Why does it appear that, unlike Stuart Pivar, most people (openly) opine that Epstein's masseuses were not complicit?

Why did the documentary give streamers the impression that Epstein's masseuses were impoverished when they were clearly not underprivileged schoolgirls? 

Or were Epstein’s masseuses like the schoolgirl prostitutes from the wealthy district of Parioli, Rome in Netflix’s Baby whom simply did it for “easy money”?

Famous Age-Gap Romance: Keke Palmer (15) and Her First Love (20)

Janine Rubenstein related in her post for People that Keke Palmer had an age-gap affair when she was a teen Nickelodeon star: “Keke Palmer on ‘Inappropriate’ Relationship with Older Man While Filming Nickelodeon Show: ‘Nothing Makes It Right’ (Exclusive)” (October 30, 2024)

Rubenstein’s subtitle related that the older man was Keke’s first love: “The former child star and award-winning actress opens up to PEOPLE about her first love and why she now knows the relationship was deeply problematic”

In the piece, Keke shared that when she was 15, her first love was 20, but that if, at the time, she thought the relationship was inappropriate, she would not have gotten romantically involved.

Palmer fell in love for the first time amid her rise to fame as the star of Nickelodeon's hit sitcom True Jackson VP

She began dating an older man. "I was 15, he was 20," Palmer says of the partner she doesn't name. “I was trying to balance between being really young, but also feeling quite mature. If I thought it was inappropriate, then I wouldn't have done it."

However, in hindsight, Keke implied that her first love should have been unrequited.

Adds Palmer, "Obviously I shouldn’t have been 15 dating no 20-year-old," she says, "but in my mind it was like ‘I got a full-time job. . . . Can’t nobody understand me but a grown man.’ [...]"

Interestingly, the age-gap relationship lasted five years. 

Rhetorical question: Why did Keke wait all these years to talk about her five-year age-gap relationship? Answer: To boost sales of her book Master of Me: The Secret to Controlling Your Narrative.