288 pages
Completed 3/19/11
A feminist take on stripping - irony at it's finest. I am a fan of scandalous memoirs, but Mattson's holier-than-thou approach to stripping annoyed me. Having to take three years off of her undergraduate work at Brown University, Mattson finally comes to the conclusion, after several missteps and other considerations, that the best option for her is to join the staff at a topless bar. Expecting quite the story after this turn of events, I was disappointed when Mattson constantly wrote of being above the influence that the other girls' were under, introducing herself as a stripper and being okay with it while internally conflicted about telling her parents, and bashing her undergrad institution.
While her stories of night stripping were amusing, and the woes of the other girls heartbreaking, what stuck with me the most (and bothered me the most) was Mattson's view on the men. She repeatedly said she "remained friends" with customers, but also stated numerous times that she never mingled work and real life. Understanding the men, she claimed, was why she was so successful. Of course she understood them; she was topless, they were watching. Her "I-know-what's-best" voice simply bothered me.
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