Well, my other job. The retail one. Heh. Let me elaborate....
I work at Blockbuster. Yippyfrigginskippy. Right in front of my register is the small magazine rack we have. We usually get some music mags, some video game mags, car mags... and stuff like Maxim and King. Nothing really major. Well one of the more regular customers we get on my shift comes in, yadda yadda. Nice girl. She usually comes in with a group of friends. They're probably in their early 20s.
They've known me from working there for a while now. We get along just groovy.
So she's waiting for her friends to pick out movies, and she's flipping through the new Rolling Stone. Said friends arrive with movies and she comments about the article on the Duke Rape Case.
"GOD! Why are they freaking out? It's only a stripper!" she says to her pals.
I twitched.
"Yeah, we arent really... PEOPLE or anything. We actually like being raped. It's good, old fashioned fun for us Less Then People." I mutter. My manager arches a brow.
Most folks in my store know I'm a stripper.
The girl and her friends damn near got whiplash from looking up at me so damn fast. They were shocked.
"Y-yer a stripper?" she asks.
"Yeah. I work down the street. I've been dancing for a lot longer than I've been slinging around DVDs..."
She blinks.
But I was too pissed. So off I went.
"You know... we really are JUST as real of people as you and yer friends here. So many different kinds of women dance. Moms, daughters, college students, retired people. All kinds of backgrounds, all kinds of lives. Why the HELL is it ok to rape us?"
She really didnt have anything to say. The stunned stare continued, and so did I....
"Why the SHIT is it ok for some pansy ass Lacrosse playing morons to just run around stabbing random women with their sad little penises? I mean, for some odd reason, that girly boy sport makes them Gods on their campus, so the lack of stationary pussy is NOT the reason. But that is neither here nor there. What I wanna know is why you THINK its ok to rape a stripper?"
She stammered, "W-well... I mean.. I..."
I tried helping her out.
"What? We dont mind being half or completely naked at work so we're whores? Sluts? Skanks? Is that it? Should I tattoo GO AHEAD on my vagina? Do women who pose for Playboy or those who you see in nude art in museums be raped for not minding being nude? What about all those happy fun perky pop idol girls who wear dental floss in their music videos? Shall we have a great big gang bang on those chicks too? Like it or not? Who cares if we say no? When did nudity equal lack of rights and/or feelings? Its the human body. We all have one. Its nothing new. Why is using it positively for money so bad that it warrants something as amazingly horrid as rape? What's next? Will it be ok for high school football players to randomly set us on fire? Come ON now. If you had never known I was a dancer, and I was raped... you'd be shocked, right? I see you three... four times a week. We get along all groovy right? It'd be BAD if someone raped the Blockbuster employee... but not the stripper?"
By now, my manager had rushed the friends through the checkout line. It was later in the evening and no one else was in the store. The girl, who I've chatted with and laughed at jokes with just stared some more. After her brain actually rebooted she said,
"Look... I didnt know. I really dont know shit about strippers. I'm sorry. H-how about I come see you sometime? Maybe I should research strippers. I really am sorry..."
She gave me a very... regretfull look before she left with her friends.
I felt 200 times better.
Heh.
But if it had been any other manager then the one that was on shift, I woulda been SO fired. LMAO.



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Im so pleased we've got girls like Paige on our side for situations like this. Too many other girls would have sat there and just kept their mouth shut for fear of embarrassment or hassle from their management. You go girl, im proud of ya!

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