Ryann Reflections

A glimpse into the life of one anti-social stripper nerd.

Monday, July 10, 2006

I don't want to live in your world

Just in case anyone forgot for a moment that my job is still stigmatized, I’m putting this out there for all to read.

smart person said...
Ummmm - ok, I. Will break it down for you.You are a
stripper. Stripper = SLUT. Slut = skank. You are a fucking joke. Waht plant do
you come from....Plant Stupid Ho??

I could (should?) delete the comment, and I might… but right now I’m going to talk about it. I find this type of behavior incredible. It’s not new, nor is it original. I know the location and IP of the offender (because I track these things). Obviously not a regular reader, I might have to make some similar security changes as RSG has done recently.

I know I don’t need to elaborate on the oxymoron of the self-appointed name, and the obvious literary skill.

I know I don’t need to point out how absurd, ignorant, and ridiculous the comment actually is.

I know I have no reason to even validate it with a response.

But I guess I’m leaving it for today because I want people to know that this is real. People DO treat me differently. People DO harass and stigmatize strippers and treat us as subhuman. I don’t like being called names, or being ostracized. I don’t like being referred to as worthless trash. But my self-worth is not at risk, and my self-esteem is healthy. It is frustrating. I find myself wondering if our society could be making any progress at all. I don’t understand why our species is so cruel and I find myself questioning the true nature of humanity. Is love, respect, and hope a personal choice that is frequently lost? What is like to wake up each morning and see hatred instead of beauty? How terrifying is it to live in fear? It hurts my soul to be reminded of how lonely, scared, and malicious fear and ignorance can make people. I don’t want to live in that world.

I am still one of the lucky ones. Physically, I am very rarely threatened. I am sheltered from hunger and despair. I may be harassed, but I am not abused. At night I sleep feeling safe and loved. Daily, I watch the women that hover on the streets and in the parking lots around the bars. I look beyond the cuts, burns, and illicit distractions. I see their eyes. I ask their names. They are the forgotten ones, sliding between the cracks of jokes and abuse. We are all Women, with names, stories, and emotions. No one has the right to be abusive verbally or otherwise. This mission is far from over. Yes, I’m guilty. As a teenager, I laughed watching the hookers in the rain. I didn’t think, and no one pulled me out of my self-absorbed bubble to remind me that she is just like me. I realize that now, and I will never forget again. I don’t want my generation to forget. Feminism is rarely a priority anymore, yet obviously the battle is far from equal. I don’t want this neo-conservative attitude to dissolve the determination of my grandmothers. I don’t want to live in that world. I want to live in the world my mother raised me to fight for with conviction, respect, and above all- love.

And I will. My love will spread through my friends and family. The love will touch people and the ripples from my example will create an electrical inspiration that will flow through the relationships we build and the children we raise. I have hope.

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  • At 7:55 AM, Blogger Chickie said…

    It's just great when people want to slam you and then misspell things!

    I wonder where I can buy one of those Stupid Ho Plants?

  • At 11:10 AM, Blogger Ryann said…

    I'm thinking wal-mart ;)

  • At 2:07 PM, Blogger Anna said…

    Great post as usual. I just can't believe some people.

  • At 4:16 PM, Blogger Ginger said…

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  • At 6:18 PM, Blogger Cairde said…

    Wonderful post Ryann. Thank you.

  • At 8:30 PM, Anonymous Gölök Zoltán Buday said…

    It's impossible to be abusive verbally in most cases if you can turn a comment on someone like point out the egocentric way someone calls themself "smart guy." Slut? Skank? Sexual whores/porn stars fuck for money (grind laps and duo or finger lick on a half assed level) and sometimes maybe most of the time under duress, force, and fraud. Sex or Sexual Contact for money = Sex-Whore (as opposed to political-whore and other forms where sin is traded for money like gambling and even producing a new Clerks orBob Smith Movie in general movie) and Sluts do it for free, well for approval, just lay back and take it. Hussies. Or easily Hussled. Exotic Dancing at it's most pure is a humanistitc-artistic form of enterainment that expresses ones sensual self in solo but with a psychologically uplifting projection, although being in and out urology this maybe my super-ego talking.
    Oh self esteem is artifcial self worth, you can't have one with the other it's a paradox. Self Esteem is being in denial that you have no self worth.

    Well that's my one quarter of a penny after tax.

    "Back to paper dollars and two dallar bills to increase tipping!" - GZLFB

    You'd think Mr. Klien would pull his weight on the tories for the above statement I made again and again, but no!


    Gölök Z. L. F. Buday
    "The first destroyer of the liberties of a people is he who first gave them bounties and largess." -- Plutarch (c.45-125 A.D.) Priest of the Delphic Oracle http://liberty-tree.ca/qb/Plutarch.Quote.73A4

  • At 9:50 PM, Blogger Johnny Wadd said…

    It is just some ignorant loser with nothing better to do.

  • At 9:45 AM, Anonymous Recovering Straight Girl said…

    People are amazing. I can tell you what I did to move everything if you would like the info. I am paying a monthly fee for my web hosting, but it's well worth the $6.00/month, (I don't know what that is in Candian...)

    I absolutely LOVE to read your posts, you are so very eloquent and emotional in your writing. I would really like to have a private e-mail discussion with you about a few things if you ever have the time.

  • At 1:28 PM, Blogger Gadzilla said…

    Sad thing is that ignorance breeds faster than a book in a library is opened and read. If everyone was able to look at the world through the eyes of a 75 year old man or woman, we would be quite a bit nicer to each other. 75 years of experience is very humbling.

  • At 7:06 AM, Blogger FUNKYBROWNCHICK said…

    People can be assholes; ditto all of the comments above.


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