Classy.
I like to think of myself as – if nothing else – well put together. I might be an emotional mess, or so out of shape that I get winded getting out of bed, but at least my outward appearance is classy. Usually
On Monday I threw on some jeans, heels and a button-down shirt to go into the city to run some errands. My first stop was at an office off Times Square – an office that happened to be right next door to the Gentleman’s Club, Flash Dancers. Normally “Gentleman’s Club” might connote fancy burlesque ladies, but this is midtown so it’s a misnomer. This is a Strip Joint. So as I walk past this strip joint the door man opens the door for me, and holds it. I was THE ONLY ONE on the block, and he didn’t just rest his hand on the doorhandle, or casually open it and quickly shut it again – he confidently opened the door and held it for me, with an expression on his face that said “hello, stripper! Enjoy your day of stripping!” As I continued past him, wondering if maybe I had misread his intentions ( “Hello lesbian!” or “Hello kicky bi-curious fictional woman of all men’s fantasies!”) he looked a little startled – yes, he was that sure – and closed the door.
I don’t mind the idea that I could be a stripper. To me that says that I am hot, and possibly working my way through college. But even most strippers can usually pass for normal people. I am bothered by this guy’s CERTAINTY that I was UNDOUBTABLY about to rub baby oil on my tits and grind my way through “Cherry Pie” (in the middle of the day, no less.) Apparently I am not as cute as I am REMARKABLY trashy. But I wasn’t even wearing anything outrageous – do I just posess a certain “stripperly” quality? I wonder if people always assume I’m a stripper when they see me, but never had the opportunity to so blatantly indicate it. Perhaps that accounts for people’s surprise when I say I’m in comedy. It’s not that they’re thinking “Really? But you’re not very funny!”, they’re just thinking “Oh! So, NOT a stripper!”
September 2nd, 2005 at 1:03 am
GB and I are rubbing baby oil on our tits right now, so what? Does that make us strippers?
I was thinking you seemed more like a psycho librarian or some cazy stalker randomly showing up at all my friends’ and family’s events. Hmm. I guess I was wrong in my assumptions.
September 2nd, 2005 at 9:58 am
and you wonder why your sister would e-stalk you.
We’re ALL concerned, Eliza.
September 2nd, 2005 at 10:35 am
Wait, my SISTER isn’t stalking me, her stalker is!
And Synge – I show up because you keep inviting me, you drunk.
September 7th, 2005 at 10:08 am
Maybe you shouldn’t have all those dollar bills sticking out of your waistband. Get a wallet, Eliza!
September 15th, 2005 at 4:06 pm
you don’t know that for sure…look, I’m just worried, ok?
November 6th, 2006 at 3:11 pm
[...] I don’t dress crazy, or slutty. I mean, I don’t dress boring – but I live in New York! I am CERTAINLY not the most outrageous looking person on the street. But apparently I have enough drama, or weirdness, to not only be mistaken for a stripper or jew, but also for a costumed freak. That’s my look, I guess: hilarious sexy zombie rabbbi. So all day long I have to endure this stupid confusion from people, which only gets worse when I try to explain that I’m not wearing a costume. They ones who thought I was sexy think I’m playing a joke on them, and the ones that thought I looked funny think they still don’t get it. It often takes an embarrassing amount of convincing to make people accept that I am just dressed normally. [...]
January 17th, 2007 at 9:14 am
Is this your story??! Its real! I wonder about it !
Don Lapre Jeffery
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February 17th, 2008 at 9:57 am
Oh, this one is HI-larious, even more so than the other one. But there’s a typo in here, too.
You wrote “Hello kicky bi-curious fictional woman of all men’s fantasies!” Either you meant “kinky,” as in Friedman, or I must have missed the day of real-world slang exposure which turned “kicky,” into a cool word to be used in conjuction with moistly writhing lesbians.
mmmm, lesbians.
February 17th, 2008 at 10:46 am
Nope, no typo – http://www.thefreedictionary.com/kicky