“I’m not who I am and I’m not who I want to be and my job isn’t helping any. I’m not built to be heartless and if you have a boyfriend or not when you do what I do it just isn’t right and as of tonight I quit. Its time to be the woman I was meant to be. And with that I begin to find happiness.”
A colleague of mine is trying to quit stripping.
This reveals that she’s more sensitive than I originally thought. When I met her, I thought she was a genuinely sweet girl, but then her style and vibe changed. She got harder and quieter at work. I’m glad that’s not a reflection of her true self.
Upon speaking with her about it, she said that her stripper friends disapproved. They told her she was stupid for quitting. I think she’s smart. On one hand, you can make a lot of money as a stripper. On the other hand, it’s a dead-end job. You can’t put stripping on your resume and you’re sure as hell not doing any networking when you’re at the club. (Another reason I don’t tell customers about my degrees–I will post on this later.) While it makes you money for a time, it prevents you from having a sustainable career (e.g. one you can do when you’re old, disabled or ugly).
I hope she does get out. She’s a sweet and lovely girl. I hope her next step is true to herself and in line with her goals, skills and talents.