These are some interesting points. I think girls "go for" that level of success for a variety of reasons.
Another that hasn't come up yet, to me, really hits home. One reason some very attractive women aren't actually striving for high-level accomplishment, is that they under-value themselves. Yeah, I know, strippers are arrogant and haughty to guys in the club. But that's just the persona they put on for the night's performance. In "real life" they think of themselves as failures, losers, or just "li'l ol me" who doesn't DESERVE more. So they don't strive for more. Add to that, the fact that a boyfriend or pusher is regularly cutting down their self-esteem, and the fact that the only positive reinforcement that they get about their desirability is somehow based on male ogling for money at the club, and you end up with a typical recipe for lower-class assumptions about success being "for other people."
This same thing happened to me, in a strangely chronological way, and this is why I wanted to write about it here on the TUSCL board. I always thought I was a go-getter, destined for success, someone who was making a lot of the right moves. I made sure I didn't do drugs, or waste time in college, or get involved in something I wouldn't be able to really hit Olympic level at. For example, though I enjoy classical music, I knew I would never perform Carnegie Hall on the violin largely because my parents didn't give me violin lessons when I was seven years old, so I didn't take up violin at college.
Then, however, when I got OUT of college, I was surprised to find that all my preparation went for naught. I had wanted to be involved in Broadway drama -- well, proper prep for that was to take dance lessons. Dance? I'm not a dancer! I had wanted to be involved in financial success -- well, proper prep for that was to NOT major in English. Not English? But it's TOO LATE to change my major. Etc. Then, ten years later, I AGAIN found out, PSYCH the rules have reversed again. It DIDN'T MATTER if you were trained in dance or not! Not matter? But I wasted ten years thinking I wasn't wanted!
See how the "rules" of the game change each step of the way? Well, I think a lot of dancers have had similar experiences. They were taught at the hands of their mothers and sisters that controlling men was a very very important thing for a woman to be skilled at. So they spent a lot of time paying attention to how to hook up with a powerful, alpha-style man. Then, it turned out, this just invited pimps pushers and freaks into their lives. Abusive jerk-types. So, they decided they didn't want to be controlled by men, and instead they worked on living as "independent" of social restrictions as possible. By which token, they didn't end up with independence in truth, they just ended up being society's rejects because they were living too close to the edge. Then, the rules changed AGAIN ...
I sympathize with this. You try to do what other people expect, you try to play by their rules, but eventually you figure out that CHANGING THE RULES IN ORDER TO FOOL YOU is exactly the game which they're playing. I have an instinctive "link" with strippers because they feel cheated the same way that I do. I know, I"m not REALLYL cheated, I just FEEL cheated. But that's the same as strippers.
They'll figure out, when they're forty and saggy, that they SHOULD HAVE tried to be a starlet when they were twenty. But back then, they were too busy trying to impress the men in their immediate circle. And when they finally get the gumption to go run off to Hollywood and audition, they'll be, well, I already said it, forty and saggy.
The world really rewards those of us who are ahead of the curve, living a little too soon. I remember when I was away at soccer camp during the last year of high school or first year of college. Some older dude was being macho, passing around a Playboy. I was surprised to find out that the centerfold was from my mother's home town in Florida. This made her suddenly seem "real" to me, somehow not just a pretty picture.
Then, something really shocked me. Another one of the dudes pointed out she was 19 years old. I was busy lusting after the lame-ass high school girls in my social circle who didn't really know how to put on make up, and who still had "childishly girlish" notions of what men want, what work is like, how to have ambition, how to function in the REAL real world. But this girl in Playboy was THEIR AGE and therefore EXACTLY THE SAME as the girls in my social circle.
I should have learned the lesson that it was time, right then and there, for me to be ambitious and reject society's rules about how you're supposed to "fail in order to fit in." But instead I followed the rules, not realizing that those rules were exhorting me to fail. I just thought I was supposed to try to fit in somehow, get others' approval. In fact, I even thought that the Playboy bunny was somehow (distantly) accessible, if ONLY I'd get enough approval from other people -- good job, work, money, status, fame, power. Sure, I wanted her; what I didn't know, what that following the rules was the one thing that wouldn't get me access to her.