The OP is so off re: clubs that I have to ask, are you a stripper? Because it’s not like guys are whipping their dicks out and expecting blow jobs or surprise fingering most strippers, it’s that we are losing money to extras girls.
Wow, I wish that was actually true at some places I work, where guys actually will pull their dicks out or try to stick their fingers in you. Which is not something I “blame” on dancers who allow it, but real talk, it doesn’t happen with anything near the frequency at clubs where there isn’t anyone allowing it. But I know correlation doesn’t equal causation. Customers are responsible for their behavior and management is responsible for regulating, but you can’t say that things happen in a vacuum (This works the other way, too, where you can train the customers to be better tippers, etc, because everyone sets price baselines).
Ultimately the power to decide what is and isn’t acceptable customer behavior rests with club management. No one but the customer is responsible for his own behavior. The basic root of this “problem” is a combination of economic and labor forces, and I believe that instead of jumping to each others’ throats we should figure out how to work the situation to our best advantage.
If you’ve never danced in a club, there’s a lot of assumed knowledge in these conversations you might miss. Remember that our job is more sales than anything else, that it’s a very different environment from most other kinds of sex work, and listen to the women who’ve spent time in the clubs before making it a strippers vs prostitutes debate, which it decidedly is not.
By the way, I love Josephine, and I’m really glad she wrote this. It might seem ugly but I think we can go to some good places from here. I also love my extras-giving friends and they know I don’t look down on them, so I haven’t really felt the need to enter into the argument.
Here is where this article that takes John Roderick (who cares) and Kurt Vile (leave him alone) to task for their lack of respect for punk ideals—while willfully ignoring outspoken activist artists—lost me: “(they’re pretty much Neil Young and The Eagles to my ears—sorry, indie fans)”
Some might argue that “punk” is not interchangeable with “rock and roll,” and that that’s why people got upset with Vile and Roderick in the first place. As dudes with guitars and non-state-mandated hairdos, people assumed they were somehow affiliated with punk, or were “underground” in some way, and it hurt their feelings to see these alt-affiliated troubadours biting the hand that supposedly fed them. Of course, even the most lax examination of their music gives lie to this distinction (they’re pretty much Neil Young and The Eagles to my ears—sorry, indie fans)[…]
yeah ok. They’re pretty much T. Rex and Peter Frampton to my ears—sorry, rock fans. They’re pretty much Prince and Vanilla Ice to my ears—sorry, R&B fans. They’re pretty much coffee and a mug of water with cigarette butts in it to my mouth—sorry, liquid fans. They’re pretty much french fries and sawdust to my stomach—sorry, food fans.
Maybe namechecking more than one lone Brooklyn band would have convinced me he actually gives a shit rather than just wanted to bullshit about Kurt Vile.
And using Neil Young as an example of mersh corporate rock in an article about how musicians are lame for not being punk enough or hating the government enough or taking corporate money is so fucking funny in its wrongness. Perhaps he mistyped “Neil Sedaka.”
And another thing: I’m no fan of capitalism but jesus fucking christ if you want to be punk rock why write that thing for a paying outlet instead of posting it on your blog for free? And is it the fault of rock artists for being boring that their stupid statements/recordings aren’t starting conversations or is the fault of rockist punkist critics who only flip out when a country artist or a rap artist says something they haven’t heard before?
Blondie, always.
The seasoned, salty-tongued stripper at the Clermont Lounge, is, at least, the face of iris Worldwide’s annual contest called “A+: Student Ideas for a Better Atlanta,” a competition that challenges budding marketers at one of the country’s top advertising schools,The Creative Circus, to compete on projects that celebrate our local amenities for work and play.
Blondie was selected because of her “unconventional Atlanta icon status,” which makes sense because the African-American ecdysiast in the blond wig claims to have been a sort of X-rated civil rights pioneer, integrating the gentlemen’s clubs in a city renowned for both its racial harmony and its adult entertainment.
Another SXSW is coming to a close, and with it comes the usual trickle of bands complaining about their experience. No soundchecks, short sets, gruff and/or incompetent venue staff, terrible traffic, no parking, “it’s not about the music”, etc…
so far my favorite SXSW rant by an old-school Austinite
To the knucklehead out-of-towner who smacked me on the head for (perceived) excessive skanking at The Specials:
OK, first of all, I want to point out that I’m older and probably way cooler than your daddy. Probably not all that relevant, but somehow seems important to me right now.
You know what? I’m sorry I bumped into you and your somewhat homely girlfriend with me skankin’. But it was entirely uncalled for for you to rap me on the head with what I presume was your high school ring.
Pardon me for having my senior moment. But the way I came up, once you start skanking, you don’t stop skanking. Otherwise you are a poser.
And I fuckin’ skanked laps around anybody else out there, except for maybe Aina. But it’s not like there was much competition, aside from frequent quasi-roisterous post-ironic pogoing.
And, oh! How disturbing to come to SXSW and going to see some band you’ve read somewhere that you’re supposed to be excited about, only to be jostled—you and your somewhat homely girlfriend both—by some middle-aged caucasian man getting his muscle memory skank on. The horror, the horror!
Here I would just like to digress and observe that it is much easier to control forward skanking than backward skanking. You forget things like that when you haven’t skanked since Reagan was president (probably). And I recognize that this was in part due to the fact that tonight was one of those rare occasions when I was let down by Austin’s bar professionals and over-served. Not that I’m one to raise a fuss.
pimped by the phone company: splicers toil against the odds
This is a Storified series of Twitter jokes that I couldn’t help encouraging after @Bro_Pair decided to report on phone splicers in the style of tragic prostitute profiles. For someone who is not a sex worker (to the best of my knowledge) he nails the tropes to the wall. read morefrom him
