Here I am, thinking that my interest, as a writer, in the lives of exotic dancers and porn stars is an anomaly, and then along comes novelist Ben Greenman, writing a piece for MaudNewton.com on "the affinity of writers & strippers."
As we were walking back to my hotel, it occurred to me that strippers and writers aren’t very different. Both of us demonstrate our skill for the benefit of others, never knowing exactly how we will be repai… No, no. It didn’t occur to me. That’s ridiculous. Strippers and writers are nothing alike, except for their common humanity, and their outsized expectations, and their sadness when those expectations aren’t met, and their essential fragility.
The article is definitely worth a read. Check it out here.