When life gets me down...

I bathe. A hot bath seems to fix everything, especially if it has some Lush in it. I've had a miserable day ever since last night, and today was one of the worst of my stripping career. I don't think stripping is inherently degrading to women; most of the time I love this job and I find it wonderfully empowering. But then you get a day like today, and yeah, getting naked for less than minimum wage while the scum of the earth leers at you calling, "Hey bay-bee, I'm broke but you sure are beautiful, come talk to me!" - Yeah. That's fucking degrading all right.

I took my turns onstage and spent the rest of my shift in the dressing room. I just couldn't handle sitting out there talking to those vermin. Who the hell goes to see strippers when they can't afford to tip? That's the same thing as a dine-and-dash. If you go to the restaurant and eat the food, pay for the fucking meal. And if you go watch the pretty girls, tip them. I mean duh, you should have learned this in kindergarten.

I just have too much going on in my life right now to deal with this kind of shit at work. It's not about the money, it's about the manners. Of course I need money but the wearying thing about these assholes is that it's just fucking rude and mean to leer at me, expect me to get naked for you (I mean honestly, look at yourself, these guys are all hideous), and then tell me I should shut the fuck up and do it for free. On the wrong day, and when all these guys come out at once like they did today, that is emotional brutality.

So I'm going to have a nice long bubble bath with one of my Lush bars. And then I'm going to watch something sad and have a good cry, and knit this scarf for K, and I'm going to bed for a good night's sleep, and then I'm going to get up tomorrow and bake all day. I think I'm going to make a bunch of pie crust just to stock it up in the freezer, and bake some kind of bread (I want to beat and knead something for awhile), and make some cookies and probably some other stuff too. Perhaps some pumpkin bread. Hopefully by this time tomorrow a little bath-and-kitchen therapy will have done the trick and I'll be back to my usual cheerful self again.