I was discussing stage tipping with my neighbor. Whenever he goes to the gay strip club, he makes the dancer "work" for his dollar. I said that if he does a sideways handstand on the pole, that's $20. He argued that it's only worth a $1. Also, he enjoys the extras during a dance.
I'm very happy not to be a male dancer. I knew that they had it bad, but daaaaaaamn.
As my neighbor continued to drink, I told him that the less I give, the more I'm paid. He said that I couldn't possibly earn more than he does. I laid it out straight.
"OMG. You earn twice as much as I do!"
I would have smirked. Instead, I felt insulted as he seemed to feel that I do not deserve the amount I make. I held firm that I earned my money. My services are paid directly by the consumer.
Customers also give me crap. I don't tell them how much I earn because it's tacky. They assume that I do well, better than them and they assume that I do not work. They get bitter. "I worked 4 hours for this $20 and I'm not spending it on a dance!"
My neighbor agrees: Blue collars work hard for their money, and I should work a million times harder to get the dollar.
I do not seek approval. I'm not devaluing my services. I will not toss in extras. Would I challenge the pay of a cardiologist?
Ya know, I don't wander around Ferrari dealerships, wasting salespeople's time. Am I bitter that I can't afford a Ferrari? Do I get mad at the Ferrari? Is it the Ferrari's fault? To be considerate to the salespeople, I stay off the lot.
If you can't afford to buy dances, stay out of the club. It's a luxury that you need to earn.



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. That actually shut him up for about 5 minutes.
I told him to get back to me after he's danced a few miles in my unfuckingcomfortable stilettos and try to tell me I don't deserve every damn wadded up dollar I get. I then let him eat a little stripper dust as I went with a smile to the guy right next to him and got a dance for the next song.


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