Devon Hunter

How’s this for a little verbal exchange I had this weekend: “I don’t tip dancers.” “That’s why we don’t talk to you.” “Why do you degrade yourself this way?”

Wow. Let’s look at that scenario again… who do you think is feeling degraded by being in that club? It’s rather funny to me that so many people assume that being an entertainer is degrading. Hell, my mother even told me I should do it, so what’s a total stranger’s disapproval worth by comparison? How do you know I don’t derive satisfaction (and dare I say it?) pleasure or even pride from what I do?

Before you presume that all dancers must be pitiful, drug-addicted, broke, homeless miscreants, consider the following: I make in a night what many people make in one-three weeks; I drive a sweet convertible; I pay all my bills; I eat organic food; I have a personal trainer; I donate time/money to my community; I love my work; I have underwear that costs more than your outfit; and everyone in my family, all my friends, and my day-time job boss know what I do, and none of them have a problem with it. Sounds like I’m in a downward spiral. My life really sucks.

Hahahahahahahaha - I wish everyone loved their life as much as I love mine. If you think I’m degrading myself, maybe you should re-examine what it is you think you want from your own job and stop worrying about mine.