For some reason, I keep getting e-mails, IM's, and other communication from people who have no purpose other than to criticize me for being a dancer. Here is a response I wrote to one of them, when I was in an exceptionally articulate mood. My latest is a 24 year old boy in LA who cannot seem to string together a complete sentence, but still thinks he knows more than I do about my life. Mind you, he has not met me, has not read my blog, nor even set foot is a strip club, but he is going to make me "see the light."
Dude . . . why?
Why do you care?
We live thousands of miles from each other. We will probably never, ever meet. You don't drink, and you don't like strip clubs. We probably have nothing in common.
So why on earth do you care what I do to earn my bread? It isn't interfering with you earning yours.
And furthermore, why ME? What makes me different from all the other dancers out there? OF all the thousands of dancers who have profiles on Yahoo or MySpace or wherever it is you found me, what makes ME so special?
I have long feared I am a nut magnet, but now I am concerned about being a magnet for condescending assholes as well.
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