Kind, singular. Not kinds. There aren’t multiple kinds of women making this harrowing choice; LUCKILY for you our plucky heroine has studied the KIND of women who do this and if you are brave enough she will take you on a harrowing journey of our lives. Which, if you were wondering, are fairly lacking in intimate female friendships because THOSE ARE HARD FOR US
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.
This is a DIFFERENT book than the one I was annoyed by earlier; this is the book where the woman asks WHAT KIND OF WOMAN WOULD DO THIS? STARTLING LIVES OF STRIPPERS AT 8; and I’m not seeing that much nuance despite her claims. “Slut or sinner” her editor dozed off there. Not to mention we actually are capable of, & HAVE, intimate relationships with men AND women outside the industry.
Ps I DIDN’T UNDERLINE THAT IT IS SECOND HAND
I don’t care if it is academic there’s no reason for your sentences to flop around belaboredly like dying fish on a dock