Do any of you have the problem of all your friends trying to hop on the stripper bandwagon with you?
It's starting to piss me off.
I'm a booksmart fairly straight edge student with bushy hair and chubby cheeks, which for some reason gives my friends the idea that if I can do it they can too. Obviously it's an attractive lifestyle- get paid $100/hr to look pretty? Only work one day a week? Be 'edgy' and counterculture for a little college girl adventure?
So then they (this has happened 3x!) start asking questions. Want me to help them find outfits. Introduce them to the managers. Watch their auditions. Coach them.
Fine. That's fine. And I do my best to warn them the job is not glamorous and easy. It can be exhausting, disgusting, and most of all it's actually hard work. So then they dance for one night. Maybe three. They are beautiful. And they don't fucking have what it takes.
I'm insulted they think my job is so easy. That I'm a top earner because I sit on my ass and am too shy to talk to people. Like this is fucking Dusk til Dawn and they'll be the sole performer enchanting everyone without any effort. "Gosh, why doesn't everyone do this?" Because It's fucking work. It's draining. It takes skill and finesse and body language- everything sculpted to perfection be it your persona or your tits. One girl made bank for two nights, couldn't handle making less on a third night and feeling rejected. "How could they reject little ole me? I'm so perfect! *sob"* Another "oh, I don't mind the dancing but I don't like having to talk to people." Really? what did you think was going to happen? It's not a fucking peep show where they quietly gaze at you while you ignore them.
They also don't seem to understand that when they try to imitate my style they are cutting in on my market (not that it's ever been a real threat). They don't understand that shoes and thongs are work for me- it isn't shopping for the prom, I don't want to sit in dressing rooms for their amusement while they flounce around in self admiration. That when they don't show up ever again it reflects poorly on me with the management. I end up feeling used and discarded, so much effort to then have them turn up their noses and decide they're too good for it. Thanks.
I did stop speaking with one 'good friend' who was unnecessarily exploitative. Another was set on it and I just wanted to make sure she didn't have a horrible time because I'm protective of her. I knew she would hate it. But I'm done. No more grooming girls to be strippers unless they pay me a personal shopper fee. I did it without anyone holding my hand. I did my research, found the stores and club I needed. Sucked it up, saved money, learned to do my makeup, found online forums. I resent them wanting to be spoon fed when I made sure to never inconvenience my dancer friends with it. Argh.
This is my job, not a party. Stop trying to trivialize it. It takes balls and nerves of steel, it isn't girls gone wild and your tits aren't special because you're educated. Oh well. More money for the rest of us ;p



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