Listening to Strippers, and Loving Them Anyway
The problem isn’t talking to dancers. It’s listening to them.
Talking with people is a habit I can’t avoid. Jobs and life have put me in conversation with pretty much any type you can name: the elite intellectual and the unremarkable everyman, the rich and the poor, the beautiful and the hideous. Liar, saint, or psychopath, there aren’t many types…