Structurally Barton is ripping off Kate Frank, opening chapters with fictional/ized narratives about a lone woman’s experience in a strip club. Value neutral language is not employed: dancers eyes are “glassy”—more than that, she makes the same sloppy mistakes as Dewey regarding pole work (funny because Barton is already overwhelmingly focused on “the pole”. Lesbians love pole work ngl. Too bad they never ever tip for it. More analysis of Barton’s focus on the pole later). The italicized fictional opening for chapter one already has me gritting my teeth. More on that later too.