Hello SG land!! Sorry I've been MIA, but I have been sans internet for a week or so. Sure, I have it on my phone, but updating my blog on my phone or even posting comments is such a pain in the ass that it detracts from the full SG experience. So I waited patiently, only occasionally checking the site via my iphone, to really explore the place.
Other then not having internet I've been a busy little bee. You see, as @dmaggot will tell you, I've come upon a new employment opportunity. I'm now a dancer at one of Charlottes premier clubs. Now, this is going to sound strange, but it's totally a new point of pride for me. Years ago, when I was living in New Jersey, I tried the whole stripper thing. You know what most of the clubs up there told me? That I wasn't 'stripper pretty'. That I was 'bartender pretty.' To this day I have no idea what that means.
But I guess here in Charlotte I'm 'stripper pretty'. Short hair, tattoos, and all. Even at the club where the Carolina Panthers go...
And to be quite honest, I'm thoroughly enjoying it. I felt more exploited and used working in retail than I do now. Like any other job it has its ups and downs, but, for the most part, I like it so far. What's most fun is telling other girls and people that work there that I'm an SG. I don't know what it is about me, but they just can't believe it!
I'm also treating the job as some sort of guerrilla social experiment. I document daily how much money I make, what I was wearing, what music I was dancing to. I plan on getting wigs of different lengths and seeing if having longer hair makes a difference, which I posit to say that it will. Do I make more wearing white? Black? Something else? I make note of the differences between customers who take a shine to me and those who don't. About how old are they? What are their occupations? What are they wearing? How do they accept/reject me?
And I think about the other women who work there. What are their backgrounds? Who are they as people? What drives them to be the people they are?
It's all very fascinating, really.
I swear, if I could go back to school I would go back for anthropology and be some sort of punk rock Margaret Mead.
Or journalism. Either or.
Honestly, I wish I could go back and tell my past self not to major in music composition. But oh well. C'est la vie.
