May 5, 2013.
misconceptions about strippers.
pussy preach more sense than the fuckin government.
I want to break necks when people shade strippers. Let’s see your janky ass get out there and look that cute in 6 inch heels for 8 hours, smiling the entire time, stroking egos, pretending a dude’s breath doesn’t smell like a rotten animal.
My sister has a Masters in Education. She got a job at one of the poorest schools in the city, but didn’t make enough money to pay to keep her tiny house heated through the Oregon winter or buy enough food or take her dog to the vet (first person who drops the word rehome gets a kick in the face.) so she quit and the only job she could get because she’s “overqualified” to work at Fred Meyers was at a strip club because she minored in ballet. I think people forget that stripping is like any other job: you have to have some experience.
And all those crumpled one dollar bills? 20% of that goes back into the club because strippers are renting the stages they dance on. Sometimes it’s more.
Despite all of that, my sister makes more money than she ever did because she works 80 hour weeks and literally never takes a day off. She teaches classes to drunk white girls, she does private parties, she does entertainment for conferences and shows.
When I had to go to the ER last February and got a bill for $800 that I couldn’t pay, my sister sent me money so I wouldn’t be sent to collections.
My sister is the classiest motherfucker in a pair of six inch heels. Anyone who calls her a dumb slut or a hoe gets their shit wrecked.
that’s the best thing i ever just heard get said
someone plz adopt me. i dont want a job & i will take ur picture and pictures of your meals and your loved ones and cats. i will even b a friendly conversational buddy to you and your cats. i can’t sing but i can tell funny and edifying stories to your children. i can also make yummy indian foodz for u. just feed me and shelter me from this shitty job market in return, ok?
i would adopt you but there is no way i can afford to feed you….i can barely afford to pay my phone bill and insurance and the fixing up of my car…..T_T there is also no way i can afford to take you from the east coast to the west coast….
if someone ends up adopting maybe they can adopt me!
a classmate told me to dress in my strongest outfit for her photoshoot.
of course i ended up looking like an introverted super-woman.
I LIKE IT! I really like the colors!!
i like to imagine that Mary and Degas convos went something like this….
Degas: look, another ballerina painting
Mary: look at my girl on a blue chair
Degas: egh, it’s good, for being a woman
Mary: Oh no you didn’t!
and then they wouldn’t talk for a while