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Gerity's Tactical Error
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Hey. Well. For the purposes of this story, what you'll need to know are the following: I am a stripper. My stripper-name is Jesse. I sometimes write about my odd or funny stripper experiences for my memoirs. I'm looking forward to having REALLY good stories for appalling my children and impressing my grandchildren.

I’ve decided that anytime I’m getting ready to tell a particularly catty story about someone, it would be best to change their name to keep them protected. There’s always a slim chance that their attitude or their habits will improve, and they may not want tales like this following them around for the rest of their life. The good things I figure, I can include actual names for. But really – I’m not sure I should have to. The stripper names I’d be using aren’t even real names. In fact, everyone I’m talking about will have a real name, a stripper name, and a journal name. Christ is that confusing.

So, this new girl started dancing at our club about 3 months ago. Unfortunately for her, her mind was laden with the usual crap stereotypes about strippers. She seems to have made 2 fatal assumptions: 1. That we are stupid. 2. That what she says to each customer is private and confidential.

Along that line, there is a joke between me and one of my customers. He’s an attorney. One day he brought in a friend, who was trying to pick my brain from the moment he sat down. “Is Joel friendly? Is Joel generous? Does he come here often?” It is considered poor taste to talk about one client to another, so I just gave Joel’s friend a very grave look. “I’m sorry sir. I cannot discuss Joel's habits with you. He has attorney client privilege, you see. He’s an attorney, and he’s my client, therefore I cannot discuss any of our transactions with you.” This sent Joel’s friend, who was another attorney into fits of hysteria, and caused a rash of other similar comments. “That man over there is another one of my regulars, but I cannot talk about him with you either. He and I have a doctor-patient relationship, which I cannot talk about without a court order. You see, I have to be very patient with him, and since we’ve been playing ‘doctor,’ it would be bad for me to kiss and tell…” And so on through priests and other confidential relationships. We all giggled ourselves silly and went home feeling very clever. But let us not stray too far from the tale.

When Gerity started, she was pretty enough, in a girl next-door kind of way, but not exactly one of the most exotic gems in the sparkling tiara that is our club. She was quiet and didn’t socialize with the other dancers. We didn’t push the issue, because we like to respect a girl’s right to just come in, do her job, and go home with as little drama as possible.

But then we realized WHY she wasn’t talking to us. It wasn't that she was shy- She didn’t want to taint herself with our dirty stripperly ways. She was overheard talking to several different customers, and saying things like, “Well if you ask me, I’m the most beautiful girl here.” And “Oh, I’m not really a stripper; I just do this on the side. I have another job.” My favorite was when she came over to a group of three guys that I had been dancing for, and said “Now how about letting a REAL woman dance for you?” like she thought I couldn’t hear. She then realized her mistake and turned to me and commented, “I saw you over here by yourself, and figured you couldn’t handle three guys all alone.”

This is where the title of this little parable comes into play. Those comments were a SEVERE TACTICAL ERROR. We understand and forgive the fact that other women who are NOT strippers, sometimes hold themselves to be better than the women who are. This is why not all women are strippers, and why those women who ARE strippers are able to make so much money. However, if you decide to BE a stripper, you cannot expect to reap the rewards of stripperdom while looking down your nose at it. You cannot take off your clothes for money, and say that you are “not really a stripper.” That’s like saying that someone is “kinda pregnant.” You either ARE or you AREN’T.

Within two weeks of entering the club, Gerity managed to piss off the entire daylight staff with one comment or another. As usual, I was the last to hear the gossip, despite the fact that I was one of the first to feel the cool of her distain. (I had brushed off her comments as over-eager puppy bravado. Her comment about me not being able to handle three men merely caused a raised brow, as I’ve probably been handling multiple customers since she was struggling with high school algebra. I didn’t have to do a DAMN thing about her comment about letting a REAL woman dance. The customer was laughing at her by the time she was done dancing. It’s really hard to dance like a “real woman” when you’re still trying to figure out how to walk properly in 7 inch heels. She’d been dancing for a whole week at that point, and I knew that she’d hang herself with her own rope without me even lifting a finger, so I let it slide. Call me a pacifist by virtue of sheer laziness.) I realized that Gerity was doomed to a good Puritan Shunning when every time she walked by, one of the other girls would lean over and whisper loudly, “There goes Gerity. Did you know that she’s the most beautiful girl here?” Whatever customer was present at the time would then leap to where the statement was leading with the confused reply, “Well, I suppose she’s pretty enough, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say she’s the most beautiful girl here. You girls are just as pretty/far prettier/make her look like dog meat.” This would then open up the floor for the whole background story of Gerity and her insults from whichever girl started the conversation in the first place. Once the customer was caught up on all the gossip, then general cattiness could ensue with full customer participation.

I don’t generally participate in too much cattiness, myself. It’s not to say that I don’t get an evil sort of pleasure out of being catty to those who truly deserve it, but I like to stay under the managerial radar. Our club changes management like most people change their unmentionables, and every time management changes, dancers get fired. Some of the best dancers at our club have been fired 5 or 6 times, for no other reason than that they were noticed at the wrong time. Thus I go out of my way to be neither exceptional nor terrible. Getting involved in drama and being called into the principal’s office is one of the fastest ways of getting noticed, and it’s also the quickest way to end up with an unsightly black eye – thus I avoid cattiness for purposes of continued employment and general good health.

Nevertheless, sometimes even I can’t resist. Especially when I’ve been wronged twice in as many breaths. I’m pretty mellow, but should never be brushed off as “mostly harmless.”

Two weeks after the Shunning began; I was gritting my teeth through a conversation that Gerity was monopolizing between my customer and me, and the friend that my customer had brought in to meet me. My customer was rolling his eyes because Gerity wouldn’t go away, and I was just waiting for the next song to start. By way of creating a “valid interruption” my customer had given me money to dance for his friend “as soon as possible.” Thus “politely” leaving Gerity with nothing better to do than leave gracefully or make an ass of herself. But then she started up again with her infamous phrases. “I’m not really a stripper. I just do this on the side. I have another job, you know.”

Poison rushed though my veins and I couldn’t resist. “Oh, really? Where else do you work?” I inquired politely.

“Pizza Hut,” she replied with chirpy confidence. My customer choked on his beer.

You either ARE a stripper, or you AREN’T. This is not to say that you can’t be MORE in addition to being a stripper. I’m a stripper, and I love being a stripper, but I also love being a geek. Strippers don’t get health insurance or 401k’s so I also have a job in Information Technology. I work in the network operations center of a Fortune 500 company as a technical support specialist. For the most part, in my job as a stripper, that particular tidbit is irrelevant, but that is why my customer choked on his beer.

“That’s nice,” I commented with false sincerity. “Are you a manager there?”

“No. My friend just got me the job. I’m a cashier. That’s why I have to leave early on Fridays. I have to go to work.” My customer was still choking, and I was thinking about patting him on the back, but he leaned over and snapped my garter in reference to the couple of times I’ve been on call, and bopping around the club with a cell phone strapped to my garter. Sometimes I too have to leave the club early for “work.” Usually it’s because of a software application outage, or because the T1 line between Pittsburgh and Singapore bit it.

Fortunately, in the interests of my personal karma, the next song started, and I had to get up and dance without bursting Gerity’s confidence bubble. She left the table thinking that she’d impressed us all with the fact that she “wasn’t really a stripper.”

The next day I worked, I was sitting with a customer, who turned to me conversationally as Gerity walked by. “There goes Gerity,” he said. “I heard that she was the most beautiful girl you slackers have to offer.” Oh Lord. Someone needs to take away that girl’s shovel, before she buries herself any deeper in this hole she’s dug…

“You too?” I responded mildly. “I heard that beauty was all a matter of opinion.” I was feeling generous that day, and kind of guilty for inciting a customer to laugh at her earlier.

“Yup.” He and I were silent for a bit as we watched Gerity jerk and shuffle her way around the stage with a white knuckle grip on whatever rail, customer or pole was closest, in a desperate attempt to keep from landing on her ass.

“Her customers probably do think she’s the most beautiful girl in the club.” I offered reasonably. “My boyfriend thinks I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Gerity squatted and humped her pelvis in an unusual move that was meant to look alluring, if the come hither look on her face was anything to go by. She looked constipated. “She may be the most beautiful girl in the club, but she still can’t dance, and I don’t care who’s opinion you’re asking.” My customer remarked snidely, as he pulled me up out of my chair for a dance.

Later on that same day, one of the more volatile night shift girls ran across Gerity, and sat down next to me with an appalled look on her face. “I can’t believe you guys haven’t taken her out in the parking lot and broken her kneecaps!”

“Now, now.” I finally felt the urge to cut this off Gerity-targeted-mischief at the pass. Hurt feelings are one thing, but this girl was Miami/Vegas old school stripper, and she wasn’t kidding about the kneecaps. “You know we’re the kinder-gentler shift here on daylight. We figure she’s either going to straighten out after awhile, or we’ll make her so miserable she’ll quit.” To salve Cory’s indignation I told her exaggerated tales of Gerity’s humiliation until Cory’s bloodlust subsided into cackles of glee.

A month later, all the subtle digs and thinly veiled whispering finally started to get to Gerity. She sat down with Joel (The attorney, who was also the customer that thought Gerity couldn't dance in anyone’s opinion.) and sighed with dejection. “I don’t think the girls here like me.”

“Really?” he said, looking surprised. (Joel has been a regular of the club for as many years as I have been working there. He usually sits with no fewer than 3 girls at a time, is a friend to most of us, and a drinking buddy to all of us. He hears twice as much gossip as any of us, and gleefully fills us in on all of it. I think it’s backlash from all that attorney client privilege he’s holding in. Anyway…)

“I heard them saying that I think that I’m the most beautiful girl in the club. I don’t think that. I don’t even think that I’m pretty.”

“Would you like me to cry you a river?” The thing I like about Joel is that he’s a smartass. He’s a litigation attorney for criminal court, so he rarely ever stumbles, and shows no mercy when he’s having a good time. I love fencing with the man, but have had to sink to getting him drunk on several occasions, because it was the only way I could avoid losing the argument. The man will yell “FREEBIRD!!!” and “I’ve seen better!” when I’m on stage hanging up-side-down off the pole. Other customers are horrified if they don’t understand the ritual. The girls that shrink and cry about his heckling only get a $5 tip. The girls that bellow back, “I’d like to see you shave your legs and try it, fatass!!” get the $20 tips.

“I don’t understand,” wailed Gerity. Plunging deeper into her bid for sympathy. “I’ve never said anything mean to any of them.”

“Ah, but have you been saying mean things about them?” Joel countered. At this point, Gerity realized that she was NOT talking to someone who was going to try to sooth her with cash. She fled.

“They aren’t deaf, you know!” he yelled after her.

After the lunch crowd thinned to a trickle, Evie and I were sitting at the bar, having a shot together. Evie is one of my few stoic daylight counterparts. Beautiful and as easy on the mind as sunshine, she said to me, “I think Gerity’s starting to feel the heat.”

“Mmmm.” We both lit cigarettes, and I savored my Bailey’s and coffee. “Well, she’ll either straighten out and make amends, or she’ll quit in another week or two.”

“She doesn’t piss you off?”

“Not really. She’s not a threat to me. The reason I avoid her is that I feel like a circling shark near a one legged surfer every time she opens her mouth. It’s SO HARD to resist nibbling a bit.”

“Yeah.” Evie took a slow sip off her Almond Joy and stared off into space. “She’s going to have to kiss a lot of ass to make things right.”

“Or prove that she was just too stupid to know any better.”

“Would that really work?”

“It worked for Tia. She pissed off EVERYONE when she started. I nearly had her for lunch after she deliberately stole a champagne room from Hailey.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Mmmm. Then she managed to prove that she was too stoned and stupid to know better. So we learned her, and she stuck around for a year or two after she figured out who she’d best not mess with.”

“Huh.”

Both of us stared off into space for a while, and then the arrival of customers broke off our reverie. Ever since, Gerity’s been making a big effort to be nice to all the girls that were hired after she was. She’s trying for a good start with those who don’t know what she can be like. We haven’t warned them away from her, but we’re still waiting for our apology.

All of that brings us up to the present date and the moral of the story - if there's one to be had. I'm still trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I think her pre-conceived notions about strippers may end up doing her in. Either, she's been hanging out with the wrong crowd, or the reason she didn't really want to think of herself as a stripper, is that she thinks that strippers are whores.

I caught her grinding on the customers last Friday. This was no accidental brush. It was an honest to god grind. On more than one customer. If she gets caught she will be fired. Welcome to Pennsylvania. Home of the 6 inch butt hover.

Here is how I suspect this unfortunate situation came to pass.
  1. Gerity heard that strippers make a lot of money.
  2. Gerity became a stripper.
  3. Gerity was told on her first day, that we do not grind on the customers, because we are LADIES.
  4. Gerity failed to make money because she is inexperienced, whiney, and cannot dance.
  5. Gerity concluded incorrectly that she is not making money because she is competing with whores.
  6. Gerity is becoming a whore to compete with her imaginary whores. Had she bothered to talk to some of the experienced dancers, we would have explained that she is dancing too fast, too jerkily, not making eye contact with her customers, and complaining to much for customers to want to buy a dance in the first place.
  7. Gerity's repeat customers are now the perverts that only came in to get off.
  8. Gerity will incorrectly conclude that everyone who makes lots of money is sleeping with the customers.
  9. Gerity will either quit before she becomes a prostitute, or greed, ignorance, and pride will make her a whore.

The experience is no more and no less what you make of it. If you think of yourself as a whore, that is what you will become. If you think of yourself as an entertainer, you may even find yourself entertained by your antics. I suppose I should pull her aside and explain things to her, but she refuses to make eye contact with me. She avoided me all day the other day, when all I was trying to do was let her know that she had a discarded pasty stuck to the middle of her chest, making her look like she was trying to hide a third nipple. So she walked around with her third nipple for about 5 hours.

My mean side really doesn't want to help this snotty little brat, but I don't think I can let her do something that will make her cry herself to sleep for the rest of her life. I may have to corner her and give her a good stern Talking To. This will also be hard, as I'm going to get mild amounts of shit from all the other dancers who were having fun watching her send herself to hell in a hand basket. This is where my tenure will be to my benefit. I can handle disgruntled dancers.

Don't you go thinking I'm all nice, though. I'd love to watch her crash and burn, and I'm pissed that I'm about to kill some perfectly good drama. But the reason that I'm such a HAPPY person, is that I've defined my moral boundaries, and stuck to my guns when tempted to bend or break my pre-defined rules. Not helping someone when it is perfectly within my power to do so, would be against the rules, and make me feel lousy in the long run, so I'm going to have a few words with her.

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Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by suacysuacy on Friday, June 06 2003
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Great job. The nighttime dancers sound scary; so if I ever go to a strip club I'll be sure to go when I won't end up witness to a brutal assault in the back lot.



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by Jesse on Friday, June 06 2003
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I know I didn't just shock a bunch of Puritans.




What? Have y'all not had any coffee yet?




I find it hard to believe that no one has anything to say...



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by MyBrainHurts (Biteme@myass.now) on Friday, June 06 2003
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A stripper, an IT pro, and a very well spoken writer. You certainly are a whole lotta woman.




Now if it turns out you're an outstanding cook too, every guy here will be searching the clubs in Pennsylvania one by one.




This guest chapter was a great idea Joe. The widespread, almost random subjects of the stories put a different spin on the site, if only for a couple weeks. Refreshing.



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by jendemonium (jennifer@ihatefreddurst.n3t) on Friday, June 06 2003
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Well damn woman, make with the book already! I have a sick-but-not-perverted fascination with strippers and have always enjoyed hearing sordid tales of the unsexed and gullible.







Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by ninekayoh on Friday, June 06 2003
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I can't say i've ever really thought about what the job of a stripper entails, but it's quite interesting to hear about the stripper/customer relationship. In that it's not like exchanging money for a service, like say a tune-up on your car, it's more of a personal thing, which i wouldn't have guessed had i been asked! So today my mind has been enlightened a little more.. thankyou!




great story, thanks :)



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by datazone on Friday, June 06 2003
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You got to love the relaxed rules in dallas... All nude, full contact table dances. My biggest problem with strip clubs is the guys who do not know to keep their hands off of the dancers. But do not judge me, if i am getting a dance and she moves my hands from my side onto here body, i am not going to protest...



Overcompensation? (Score: 1)
by actmodern on Saturday, June 07 2003
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Why are strippers always so defensive about their profession? Wouldn't it make more sense not to say things like:




"This is why not all women are strippers, and why those women who ARE strippers are able to make so much money."




You don't need to defend the virtues of your profession by pointing out the fact that you think you make more than women who choose another profession.




Don't get me started on Technical Support people, whether you work out of a NOC or a call center -- I've seen way too many tools work that job.





Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by MxZorin on Sunday, June 08 2003
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I actually worked with a girl who was also employed at a strip club, (the infamous and now defunct Gold Club in Atlanta). She simply referred to it as her other job. In fact she made much more at the club so I guess that was her real job. We hung out some times and I heard stories very similar to the situation you wrote about. It seems that you run in to a person like that every so often and handle them the best way you know. Sounds like you handled the situation very tactfully, good job. Thanks for a well written, entertaining story.



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by larsoncc on Sunday, June 08 2003
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Sorry, I stopped paying attention. Did anyone comment on the actual story?




All told, I like the "day in the life of" perspective, but the story... Well, it served to remind me of what type of person that I am, perhaps in contrast to others.




When I read the story, I felt a subtext (maybe I read too much into it). It went something like this: you've got all these people - ones being treated kind of like objects, and ones acting like objects.




Yet, all anyone wants out of the whole interaction is to connect - to be a person, to reach out to others.




You've got the regulars that dump their problems, you've got the girls forming a "mini-society", you've got the odd girl out, you've got the life that doesn't include this place.




It's a twisting of normality. It's making people consumable. It makes the women process the customers. It makes the customers pay for social contact. It's a twisting of social interactions. It has, to me, a sense of desperate reaching out.




Now, this is just being me here, but to me, the whole story had a kind of plastic, broken-"man behind the curtain" feel to it. It played out like a high school drama in a ditch.




I wouldn't consider myself right-wing by any stretch of the imagination. But, I don't know, maybe the world might be better without the strip clubs. Maybe we'd appreciate people more.




I don't know.



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by jsbrou on Tuesday, June 10 2003
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Wow. What a great story. I must have missed the email newsletter that announced this one since I only noticed it today. I love stories about people and the way they interact.



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by the_joker11 on Sunday, June 15 2003
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Good story - lovely reading.


The one thing I have to say though, is that I dont think this is book material - more like magazine material. I dont mean it's not 'up to book quality standards', but the whole setup is more like a reporting, then a standalone story to make a book chapter.


But I too would certainly love to see your memoirs.




Something completely different - from an European perspective I am totally fascinated with the whole concept of a 'strip-club', especially the normality that seems to go with it. I for instance live in Amsterdam, and the only strip-clubs you have here are severely red-light. And the same goes for just about all of Europe. Generally Europe seems to be a lot more tolerant and relaxed about most vice-related matters: prostitution is legal in most European countries, and the drug and alcohol regulations are a lot more common sense.


At the same time strip-clubs seem to be rather wide-spread in the US. How come? Is it the next-best thing instead of going to a hooker, while staying legal? That seems to be a way too simple explanation - although many men actually visiting prostitutes seem to find a similar social context as what Jesse describes.




I guess I will have to visit thousands of these clubs to write my PHD over this study :)



Re: Gerity's Tactical Error (Score: 1)
by Reflections on Monday, December 08 2003
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Hahaha, someone needed to do a little venting. I dig that.




Keep up the good work and ignore the 'constructive critism' that pops up.




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