And seriously, aren't they already paying the strippers in respect? Who cares about paying rent when you have the satisfaction of being surrounded by "safe people" who feel adequately guilty about appropriating the male gaze?

Oh my goddess.

Just remember, when she gets married, there will be two brides; her and the kind of woman would would marry her. They will both have bridesmaids. They will both be sending bridesmaids emails. Think about that.

I grew up as a dirty peasant so the first time I met a bathroom attendant I was so fucking confused, I thought she was coming onto me.

Trust me, I'm at heart a no-fun second-wave Dworkin-esque feminist and in my daytime hours I am liable to obsess over the problematic nature of ANY kind of sexual objectification.

The perverts up by the stage would be, I suppose, venture fapitalists?

They terrify me

So you show up on an article about behaving yourself in a strip club to talk about how it's the stripper's fault men harass women and I'm the rude one?

My Lord, this is a twelve point email for one evening's excursion to a strip club.

This seems so complicated and stressful for both ends. Customers don't know exactly how much to give and tip and to who, dancers don't know how much they will end up getting that night. UGH. I went to a strip club once with one of my clients who handled all the money stuff but if it were just me alone I would be…

Did I read over something about street harassment in this article, or are you just pulling bullshit out of your ass to justify ragging on sex workers?

$40 bucks is her advised amount? I guess her friends are leaving after an hour.

James's favorite films, she tells us, are Casablanca, Good Will Hunting, Cabaret, Aliens, The Shawshank Redemption, Finding Nemo, and It's a Wonderful Life.

A general comment on principle: I am heartened to see that the author of the book—crappy as it was—was in a position to maintain control over her original creative. That's really unusual, good for James for standing for her vision. Anyone who got involved in the project knew James had creative control—you can't really…

"And both girls died in a car accident on prom night" is what really did me in.

You know you don't take your legal drinking age with you when you travel, right?

Hopefully those two crazy gals never get a hold of some reefer! That stuff will really cook your goose!

"Look, kid," she hissed. "You wanna hang with me, you gotta drink, ya dig? So start gulping or hit the pavement."

Wow, Jezebel. So disappointed in you.