The subtitle for that book doesn't seem to match its title. It's like "How to Get into ITT Tech: For People Who Scored an 800 on the Math Section of the SAT."
Oh wait. That's right. Any female who does anything vaguely sexual related is obviously a "walking bag of STDs" as it was so graphically described earlier. Carry on.
@Werrick: Aside from which, you can't get STDs from freaking touching a pole. Most places don't allow girls to get completely naked to begin with, the stage and poles and such are disinfected everyday, and dancers who aren't spotlessly clean don't last long. The other girls see to that.
@Werrick: And one further thing, because the assumption that all strippers have STDs annoys me greatly, most states have mandatory STD testing and licensing required to work in the adult industry.
Every single strip-club I've ever been in, even the "high-end" ones, have all been nasty, shitty holes.
I'm sorry if I offended you in some way, but the reality is that there's no way in hell I would ever, ever date a stripper. In my experience, it's Russian Roullette, at best.
@Bitter Poor: Ha ha. I love uppity strippers. If you are taking money for doing anything sexual, you have to accept that you will be seen as whorish. Good luck in medical school though. Are you going to be an OB/GYN?
@PersonOfInterest: Didn't go to med school. I got through a nasty ass divorce, paid some serious bills, got my degree and left. Just like a whole bunch of other girls I knew.
The problem here is that you seem to think "whore" is an insult.
@PersonOfInterest: And, for that matter, why is someone's value based on what they do? Are strippers less human than the rest of the world?
Oh wait, I forget, yes, any woman who does anything "whorish" is just asking for anything she gets. Well, keep this in mind -- in the majority of states in the US, accepting a gift from anyone you aren't married to, and then sleeping with, is technically prostitution. So, welcome to the club!
@BookishLookish: And there is no snark there. The dishonorable thing would have been to declare bankruptcy and sit on your ass, miserable. You did your thing and got through. Good on you and more power. Also, I bet you are gorgeous.
@BookishLookish: You know what's funny? I actually made my money off of being "classy," which is to say, different from the Pam Anderson look-alikes that were in vogue at the time. I wore costumes that were, frankly, more modest than what you see in NYC in the summertime, and walked around with big cow eyes.
Also, you'd not believe how much money there is to be made in sitting there and listening to war vets talk about their lives. A lot of 'em are mentally injured men who've been kicked out of their families, and usually feel like a strip club is the only place they can come where they aren't going to be judged too harshly. God, the tales of woe I heard.
@BookishLookish: Honey, that's just the tip of the iceberg. Like the great Miss Bankhead, I'm interesting person, and much for the same reasons, lol.
Seriously though, there is sad, amazing and awful stuff all around us -- most people are just too busy, too loud or too weirded out by the "freaks" to experience a lot of life.
Between the crazy parents, the fundie camp meetings and revivals, stripping and so on, I have a list of party stories that I still don't think I've tapped the depths of, yet.
@BookishLookish: Mind your own business beyotch. This is the comment section. I don't have to run my opinions by you or censor them because someone might not like them.
@PersonOfInterest: The fuck? All I ever did was precisely what I was paid to do, and what they asked me if they could pay me to do -- sit there and listen to them.
And, for what it's worth, I was married TO a disabled vet. I spent most of our marriage trying to support him, get him help, help him find a better place, and hours and hours in VA, trying to go through the goat-fuck process that is getting medical care as a vet. So, you know, I might actually have a TINY bit of insight as to what sort of frustration they were going through.
I'm sure you're a paragon of truth and beauty and all that is wonderful in the world, and thus spend all your waking hours improving the lives of those around you. Otherwise, I don't know why you're over here making judgments about someone you know jack shit about.
So unless you're the reincarnation of Mother Theresa, here's a hint, take your judgy, preachy, clueless ass back to the troll hole from whence you came.
@PersonOfInterest: You know what? I'm sorry I engaged you in any sort of discussion at all. My apologies for responding earlier.
You're obviously a very angry person, looking for someone to judge and/or take your frustrations out upon. I have no clue what is wrong in your life that's pushing you to look down on others, to lift yourself up, but I sincerely hope you find peace soon.
I won't be responding to you in the future -- I'm not your personal whipping girl, and I'm not going to waste my breathe trying to have a conversation with someone who's only here to be angry and judgmental. Dignity, try to have some, please?
@ihateyourescalade: Men who don't have multiple, mother-related, sexual infantilism issues don't get off on it either. One of my buddies insists on dragging me to all-nude clubs from time to time. Now I understand how gynecologists are able to concentrate on their work. Warm beer, bad cologne, and being forced to poke dollar bills into some tart's garter do not an erection make.
@Truculent: Wow. I never knew that gynecological exams involved "Warm beer, bad cologne, and being forced to poke dollar bills into some tart's garter". Live and learn.
@oyvehisyou: Well, I can't speak from personal experience, of course. But then again, I hope your OB/GYN isn't sporting an erection during your exam. The dancers wave that thing in front of me and my overwhelming thought is, "eh, you've seen one...."
@oyvehisyou: No, actually, if you're gay your reaction to the picture is, "That lace skirt-like thing seems like an afterthought, and the proportions of the bustier are way off. You don't want to bore Nina. Carry on."
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Oh wait. That's right. Any female who does anything vaguely sexual related is obviously a "walking bag of STDs" as it was so graphically described earlier. Carry on.
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You don't need to be a whore... all you gotta do is swing around on a pole that hasn't been cleaned properly. It's not rocket science.
Moreover, I have yet to meet any of these virtuous "just putting myself through med-school" strippers that we hear about on TV.
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Well, you're the first, and I've met my share.
Every single strip-club I've ever been in, even the "high-end" ones, have all been nasty, shitty holes.
I'm sorry if I offended you in some way, but the reality is that there's no way in hell I would ever, ever date a stripper. In my experience, it's Russian Roullette, at best.
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The problem here is that you seem to think "whore" is an insult.
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Oh wait, I forget, yes, any woman who does anything "whorish" is just asking for anything she gets. Well, keep this in mind -- in the majority of states in the US, accepting a gift from anyone you aren't married to, and then sleeping with, is technically prostitution. So, welcome to the club!
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Also, you'd not believe how much money there is to be made in sitting there and listening to war vets talk about their lives. A lot of 'em are mentally injured men who've been kicked out of their families, and usually feel like a strip club is the only place they can come where they aren't going to be judged too harshly. God, the tales of woe I heard.
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Seriously though, there is sad, amazing and awful stuff all around us -- most people are just too busy, too loud or too weirded out by the "freaks" to experience a lot of life.
Between the crazy parents, the fundie camp meetings and revivals, stripping and so on, I have a list of party stories that I still don't think I've tapped the depths of, yet.
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And, for what it's worth, I was married TO a disabled vet. I spent most of our marriage trying to support him, get him help, help him find a better place, and hours and hours in VA, trying to go through the goat-fuck process that is getting medical care as a vet. So, you know, I might actually have a TINY bit of insight as to what sort of frustration they were going through.
I'm sure you're a paragon of truth and beauty and all that is wonderful in the world, and thus spend all your waking hours improving the lives of those around you. Otherwise, I don't know why you're over here making judgments about someone you know jack shit about.
So unless you're the reincarnation of Mother Theresa, here's a hint, take your judgy, preachy, clueless ass back to the troll hole from whence you came.
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You're obviously a very angry person, looking for someone to judge and/or take your frustrations out upon. I have no clue what is wrong in your life that's pushing you to look down on others, to lift yourself up, but I sincerely hope you find peace soon.
I won't be responding to you in the future -- I'm not your personal whipping girl, and I'm not going to waste my breathe trying to have a conversation with someone who's only here to be angry and judgmental. Dignity, try to have some, please?
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And cocaine. That helps too.
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It's that stiff hair that gets me. It looks like it would break off like an icicle. Hair is supposed to MOVE, people!
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Should I save this one for Jezebel?
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How exactly does she hypnotize these guys? By swinging her tassels?
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Also - "Chaunce"? Really?
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Depends on how close you are to Silicone Valley.
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