For maybe the 2nd or 3rd time now my mom happens to pass by as I am browsing online for exotic dancer shoes. I have my eyes on a classy, clear pair with floating star glitter in the platform bottom of the shoe. Mind you, this pending purchase is for the pole fitness classes I take with the goal of getting my beach body back and improving my wrist strength [for rehabilitative purposes only, I assure you].
She then asks if I am considering picking up dancing on the weekends as another side gig. Understand that my becoming a stripper- a bad, goofy stripper- is a joke between my sister, mother, and me because of my other, more innocent behaviors and habits [read: I used to undress and jump in our kiddie pool as a toddler, and now as an adult I am comfortable in my skin]. Naturally, I joke back, "sure, why not?" She then responds that she is asking in all seriousness, considering I am planning on attending graduate school soon and will need to finance this venture on my own...
*Sigh* There are scholarships for a reason...
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