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Candy Girl by Diablo Cody

In response to a reader who asked me to compare my novel, Trixie, to Diablo Cody’s Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper, I looked it up. This is what I found.

There is a long tradition of confessional “novels” about stripping by Harvard grads, clever journalists, med students, and, as Cody calls herself, otherwise “unlikely strippers.” In addition to these confessional, somewhat fictionalized memoirs–for they cannot be called novels–there is also a slew of scholarly works on the topic (for example Stripped: Inside the Lives of Exotic Dancers by Bernadette Barton), also undertaken by bright, clever, and adventurous women who probably didn’t mind the “research” work. Apparently, Cody’s smart-girl type is more likely to try stripping than she wants us to think. Continue reading

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That’s What They’re For

N.Y. Civil Rights Law § 79-e (1994) permits a mother to breastfeed her child in any public or private location.

When I was a breast-feeding mother, I was told frequently (usually it was women) to “go find a private place to do that.”  I would do no such thing.  I carried my son in a sling and breastfed him while I walked to work on busy NY City streets.  Once I was at a child care facility at my gym and a mother asked me not to breast feed in front of her 10-year-old son.  Now that boy is probably going to be exposed to some nasty and tasteless pornography here pretty soon, and I figure the more positive images he has of women’s breasts the better.

If you’re a mom, don’t be afraid to flaunt it!