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Having breakfast and feeling very sleepy.
I am going to drag myself to work tonight. Don't have anything interesting to yap about at the moment......

Laying in bed with my Chhaya and the computer. About to call some friends in Sweden. I miss my friends.

Look what I found! Pills to boost my boob size, anti aging and fountain of youth pills. It's perfect! Now I can strip for many more decades! Without any surgeries.

Have you too noticed, (not sure if you these ads run outside Alaska) the Swedish commercials on tv? One is with a guy called Johan that promotes Gevalia coffee. HELLOOOOO! I mentioned Gevalia coffee in my blog and put a pic up at the beginning of January, check for yourself if you don't believe me. For some reason I suspect that Johan is NOT Swedish.....the way he pronounces Gevalia doesn't sound right to me. Next time they need to cast somebody Swedish for a commercial they should turn to the obvious choice, ME.
Then there is the commercial about going to Sweden to buy a Volvo. Do you know what Volvo means in Latin? I roll. Pretty genius, huh? Also a very poplular print on countless of t-shirts I have seen at raves.......VOLVO. Also genius.
But really, if you want to buy a Volvo in Sweden, you should hire me to go with you. I will be your personal guide and translator. I speak perfect Swedish. And I will negotiate on your behalf until the price is just right.

I don't know why people fuss over moms breastfeeding their babies while out in public? That does not offend me whatsoever. Most likely, your mom did that to you when you were a baby and hungry. How is that offensive? It is completely natural. People here get offended so easy, over nothing.
I am going to start getting offended when people walk past my table with their huge asses in my face while I am dining out. Now that's offensive! Turn your ass away from my plate please!
If the baby is hungry, it needs to eat. DUH! The process is always done discreetly, I don't think that the breastfeeding moms are trying to put on a show and be sexy. Well, if somebody would dare telling me anything, let's say if I was the mom, I sure would let them know what I would find offensive about them. And I can be pretty mean when I want to......

And what is up with not wanting to breastfeed your baby? Sure, if for some reason you can't produce milk. But hello, that milk is there for a reason - the baby. I would never solely give my baby, if I had one, some formula. Maybe after a while as a supplement but my baby would get breast milk first. Wasn't there a formula recall a while ago? I think I heard something about that.
Believe it or not, those fatty lumps that get so much attention, boobs, are there for babies. Weird, I know.
Do some women not breastfeed because they don't want the mom boobs? Or because they actually think that store bought formula would be better for the baby somehow? I am not sure.

But I do know that the day I would, not that I think that I would want to.....but IF I would have a baby, I sure hope that my dancing days would be over. At least for a while, hopefully for forever maybe? I would be a huge pregnant woman, I can guarantee that. HUGE! And my boobs would be used for feeding my baby. Mom boobs. After that I wouldn't want to display them in a strip club anymore (only if they still looked good, I am vain).
Unless circumstaces would absolutely force me to do so.
I have worked with pregnant girls and girls that just popped a kid out.
You can tell when a girl is pregnant, well a while into the preganacy you can. (Some are not pregnant but look like they are.) Most clubs will let you work until you start showing. You can hide the bumb by wearing a flowy baby doll style dress in darker colors. Or a corset. I once saw a girl wear a skin tight shiny dress that really put her obvious baby bump on display. It looked very strange, in a freaky way. I also heard of clubs that had girls work basically until their due dates. Weird. Not MY cup of tea.
As far as the girls that come back to work shortly after giving birth.....wow. Those I really feel bad for. They would pump milk in the dressing room in between stage sets and dances. Milk would leak through their outfits. Maybe the daddy wasn't in the picture? Or maybe they were together with a guy that depends on the woman to keep them up on the rent and the bills? Because I can't imagine that a woman feels that great about coming to work (in a strip club) with swollen leaky boobs, a floppy belly and a little infant left at home. She can't be that bored with staying home.....yet. Is she missing the loud music, the random interactions, the dancing, the shoes, her coworkers - or does she need the cash?
My friend Rich told me about this one time when he went to a club somewhere in New York. A mature woman went on stage, her name was EL Dreama, pulled her bra off and started squeezing her boobs, milk squirting in every direction. Nice show!
YUM.

Took a nice walk this evening with Chhaya. The snow is melting, you can see the ground in some spots now. Yes! Can't wait for all the snow to be gone already. Staying in tonight......

There are a few things guys say at work that really irks me. No, not saying no to dances. That's fine. You are allowed to do that - still.
I might not be your type and I am totally ok with that. Or you might not be "ready" - though you should, always - lol. Or you might not have any $ left. There are all kinds of reasons. But I do think that everybody, upon entering a strip club (unless you are a frequent regular) should have to buy one ticket/voucher that would go towards a dance. If you do not find any girls in there to be attractive then you can use the voucher next time you come in, give it away to your buddy or just give it away to one of the dancers. It should not be ok for people to come in, hug one lukewarm beer all night and just sit there and take up room. You can't walk into a restaurant and not order something to eat. Or a coffeshop and use the free wifi without ordering something to drink. Same should apply in a strip club.
The club where I saw the most of this phenomenon was at The Bush Company in Anchorage. I actually heard one of the managers tell all of us girls at an employee meeting that she did not care whether the men coming through the door tipped us on stage, even while sitting at the stage (!) or bought dances, all that mattered to her was that they bought at least one beer or drink. Yeah.......talk about catering to the girls! Sure, charge us to work there, collect YOUR tip and don't care if the girls make money or not. If it wasn't for the girls willing to get naked in there every night, that place wouldn't exist. There are plenty of bars in town.
Needless to say, that was my last employee meeting there. I think that the club used to be great but the last year or so I was there the quality of the people coming in and the quality of the girls that got hired started declining alarmingly. Maybe the place has gotten better but I've heard that it's still pretty bad nowadays.......but don't take my word for it......
But back to what I really wanted to say......I can't stand when guys come up to me while I am sitting by myself and blurt out "SMILE!", "why don't you smile, what's wrong?", or "why are you sitting here by yourself, are you not having a good time?".
First of all, who the heck sits around with a permanent smile plastered on their face? I don't. Actually I do not know anyone that does. Just because I work in a strip club doesn't mean that I always have to sport a dumb smile. I smile when I WANT to, thank you! Do you go into a bank/coffe shop/store and ask/demand to know why the person helping you is not smiling? No, you don't. So spare me that treatment.
Also, the sitting by myself. I do not mind talking to people at work. I've had countless of great/interesting/funny conversations without expecting or getting any money, neither do I want to. But if I see an individual or a group of people that seem annoying, inebriated or if I am not in the mood to talk at the moment, then I will sit by myself and enjoy the quiet time. There is nothing wrong, I like my own company. I just don't want to talk to you and neither do I have to. If somebody in the club has nothing to offer me besides some highly irritating drunk talk that makes no sense, then why should I even bother? You want to talk? Talk to your friends. I am busy. With myself.