She was retarded, like most strippers.

An insightful conjecture, however, I think there must also be a deconstruction of the relationship dialectic that provides the fulcrum of subtext; namely, the antagonist is propelled by the necessity of her inherent conditional, which is she is a stripper and strippers want money, and so requires her to request monetary compensation for her erotic performance. Then, the apparent lack of consideration for this reality becomes the basis for the conflict to ensue; thereby causing a reversal of the sympathetic identification and empathy with the characters. Whereupon, the stripper acts according to her trajectory in the arc of her character, and the dude who can't even flip a buck looks like even more of a shmuck.

a Dollar will make Honey boo Boo child hollar.

I bet everyone on this forum were all, like, "Far L... you are so fucking cool."

And you (Far L) were, like, feeling like saying "Yeah, you know it, Bros, bitches better think i'm funny as hell". But you didn't say it and just kept it in your head because just taking in the adulation was enough to say it all.

Then you ordered a $8 glass of cranberry juice, in fact, you picked up a round for the whole table.

"Thanks brah, you the motherfuckin' man" everyone on gfy said.

Unfortunately, that fucking sub-human lesbian bitch told the bartender what a bunch of choads were sitting at table 3 right next to the rail, so your drinks were sent over but no one mentioned those few extra drops of Visene...

So you and your forum minions bro's talk smack to bond, but not in a homo way, yo, as you all shit your pants together.

Give the man a dollar for originality!

Now you can go and brag to your brahmeisters that you actually made money in adult!

Playa, you the fucking man among men, yo

Great comeback bro.

Tube boys like you are always good for a lame joke or two :thumbsup

Well, of course. That goes without saying, but if you read into the underlying thematic contraditctions of the story taken as a whole, then the use of that "reversal of sympathetic identification" becomes almost superfluous. To me it's the overweaning ethos of the implied counterpoints between customer and stripper here that make the subtextual construct so nebulous as to almost completely disappear, and we are instead left with the feeling that someone wanted a dollar, and someone else didn't want to give it to them. Surely then, if the entire framework of that dynamic rests on such a simple premise, then the need for some altruistic, "higher purpose" to the tale as a whole becomes blindingly overwhelming and, in a way, almost injiurous to the reader. Don't you think?







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really ? :winkwink:

"Stripper: Hey, give me a dollar
Me: why?
stripper: "Because im a lesbian. So give me a dollar""

Think I would decline giving a dollar for claiming lesbian and offered $5 for her to prove it.

I love strippers - but many are not the conversationalists they should be. Of course if you can get by on looks and not having to engage in erotic discussions, then I guess the shoes fit so they were theme. It's the strippers that can actually talk dirty while looking clean that get my attention and tips.

Are you really still making snarky tube related bitchfests from the sidelines of relevancy?

2006 is over bromanski. I am going to let you in on a little secret. Tube sites didn't kill the industry. Shhhhh... don't tell anyone else. Promise?

BTW, don't you think it is high time you found a new excuse to blame your troubles on? You have a problem with me because...? What? We submit to tubes? Shouldn't that make you happy because it means I am going to put myself out of business doing that? What am I missing here?

Hold on... I know what's missing. You don't have a clue. :1orglaugh

Indubitably, well put, to which I would simply add that only in that emblematically sparse moment of "walking away" does the stripper character experience a sense of individuation that lifts the narrative above the hyperbole of stereotype; declining the dollar, walking away, one has to wonder if she is actually a lesbian or she just didn't want to deal with a bunch of "bros" trying to prove their latent superiority over so called "sub humans", ironically entering a strip club only to balk at having to pay so much as a dollar for the respective services entertained in such an establishment and thereby committing themselves to the base and vulgar transgressions of "cheapness" and "boorishness". In fact, representing qualities that many would find at the bottom of human achievement, so low down as to be considered "sub" standards of humanity.

Ah HA! An excellent referral to an otherwise otherlooked didactic narrative in this sordid little tale.

Well done sir!




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"hey i'm lesbian too, here is 1 dollar, can you lapdance my mouth ?"