Stripper Talk

I’ve just finished the book Diablo Cody’s memoir, Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper. While there were times I was shocked, appalled and disgusted, I couldn’t put the book down. Cody is hilarious and her frank look at the the Minnesota stripper scene was hard to turn away from. I looked long and hard for a slightly non-offensive quote from the book and I can tell you that it was very, very hard to find. Here is Diablo’s commentary on the color “white.”

There was on inviolate principle that even I came to recognize: Men dig white shoes. A girl invariably made more money when she wore shining white stripper-stilts instead of black. White shoes evoke summertime, innocence, the ruddy-chested ICU nurse bearing post-tonsillectomy marshmallow sundaes, the girl on the pier in seersucker shorts who remained 99.44% pure until college, new roller skates. Good girls wear white. Men respond in kind. A tan girl in white shoes was irresistible; unfortunately, I was pale enough that white shoes blended seamlessly with my flesh.