Story’s review of Candy Girl for Tits and Sass

Story’s review of Candy Girl for Tits and Sass

(or: Why I can’t stand Diablo Cody succinctly summarized without all my outraged hand gestures.  I mean she’s probably fine as a person and less of a glib asshole now.  But I cannot rinse my brain of Candy Girl. Not only the last two chapters, but her whole inability to resist trotting her cleverness out with every sentence. She cannot deny herself the pleasure of including every pithy witticisms she thinks of. It was her first book.  The snappy cleverness works better with Jennifer’s Body and Burlesque. Candy Girl?  no.)

Diablo Cody doesn’t spend a whole lot of the book challenging these assumptions either, but hey, this is a memoir, not a political statement. So I stuck with her and was mostly happy. She did dig into some of the more juicy and complex elements of sex work including a chapter where in a money hungry moment she crosses her own physical boundaries with a customer. My general thesis on the book until I got to the second to last chapter was that she’s a great writer and her description of stripping gigs is accurate down to the stripper complaining to the DJ that she hasn’t shit in a week and the DJ suggesting bran cereal. It’s only a shame we didn’t get to see the humanity of her coworkers and customers a little more. She has little affection for the women she works with, save for a chapter where she kind-of bonds with, kind-of interrogates Nico, a former prostitute, about her past. She has even fewer words to say about customers unless it is to describe some wild fetish—we don’t ever learn here about regular guys who just come to the club to relax.

But Diablo isn’t really about caring, she’s a cucumber cool anthropologist in the club, a humorously self-deprecating, bumbling new stripper, and kept her story pleasantly devoid of moralizing most the time. Considering how many clubs she worked at in such a limited time, it makes sense that she stayed an observer and never really got into the thick of stripperdom with its inevitable friendships and heart rendering moments.

Then, in the opening paragraph of the second to last chapter, I read this:

finish at Tits and Sass.

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