Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper

Features

• Cover Type: Paperback with 224 pages
• Published by: Gotham December 28, 2006
• Written in: English
• ISBN 10 Number: 1592402739
• ISBN 13 Number: 978-1592402731
• Book Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.3 x 0.7 inches
• Weighs: 9.1 ounces

From Publishers Weekly
Why, you might ask, would a healthy, college-educated young lady start stripping for a living, when she could work in a nice, clean office? Cody, now an arts editor for Minneapolis's alternative weekly, had spent her whole life (all 24 years) "choking on normalcy, decency and Jif sandwiches with the crusts amputated." When she moved from Chicago to Minnesota to live with the new boyfriend she'd found on the "World Wide Waste of Time," she took a job at an ad agency—a setup with good "porn shui" (desk well angled for undetected online porn surfing) but not much else. Attracted by a local bar's amateur stripping contest, Cody soon moved from stage stripping to lap dancing, from tableside to bedside customer service and, finally, peep-show sex. Removing her clothes and dry-humping strangers in sex clubs had become her way of escaping premature respectability. Quite inexplicably, her boyfriend was completely cool with her new occupation, even joining her on occasional sex jaunts. When the inevitable burnout set in, Cody switched to phone sex, until that, too, got old, and the 9-to-5 straight world beckoned. Cody's so alarmingly entertaining, readers will wish the book were longer, though they'll be glad it ends before anything really ugly happens.
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From Booklist
A copy typist by day in Minnesota, Cody was hardly a likely candidate for entering an amateur stripping contest. But her curiosity got the best of her and, encouraged by her boyfriend, enter she did. The contest left her with an increased curiosity about the profession, and Cody decided to take an evening job stripping at Schieks, a local club. There Cody learns the ins and outs of stripping--how to catch a client's attention, how much the house takes, how some nights are highly profitable and others leave a stripper in debt to the club. Eventually Cody outgrows Schieks and moves on to Deja Vu, a bigger club that's much faster paced. A promotion at her day job forces her to give up stripping temporarily, but before long she's back in the adult entertainment business, this time stripping behind glass in an emporium. Cody's lively romp through the adult entertainment business is bound to appeal to those wanting a peek inside the inner workings of the sex industry. Kristine Huntley
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Reader Reviews
This review is from: Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper (Hardcover) Diablo Cody, blogger of distinction and soon to be "in demand" screenwriter, is kind of an odd choice to be a memoirist. After all, she's young, not a drug addict or a habitual liar, and has not survived years of horrible abuse. From what I can tell, her family isn't even all that eccentric. Of course, when you factor in that "Candy Girl" chronicles the year and a half she spent as a stripper/sex worker, the response for a lot of people (namely yours truly) is an immediate "best. Memoir. Ever!" After all, I'm not a big customer of strip clubs (the whole scene, in particular the crowd they seem to attract, just seems...I dunno...icky), but I'm fascinated nonetheless. What kind of girl would want to work at a job where they have to be naked in public and pretend to like guys they would normally avoid? What actually goes on behind those velvet ropes? Well, you may not find all the answers you're searching for here, but with a guide like Ms. Cody, you won't mind a bit. Not only is she an unlikely choice as a memoirist, as it turns out she was an even more unlikely choice as a stripper. A self confessed geek with pale skin and a non-surgically enhanced body, she was well into living the life of a faceless cubicle slave when she got the sudden urge to do something radically different with her life. From tryout night at the seediest strip joint in Minneapolis to the grungy booths of Sex World and a couple of other stops along the way, she soon sheds her naivete and becomes a seasoned pro in a matter of months. How she shed her inhibitions is one of those questions left unanswered, although it seems she didn't really have any to begin with. Getting work as a "dancer" is surprisingly easy (basically, being a woman with a pulse is the only real requirement), but how to avoid burning out is much trickier. Also tricky is learning to deal with the pole, which is something one has to learn by doing, while everyone watches. It also turns out that stripping is harder work than you would think. Since the clubs generally take a sizeable cut of what the girls earn, and most expect a certain minimum, they really have to sell themselves aggressively, even desperately, all the while appearing as cheery and mindless as Ashton Kutcher. It's even possible for a stripper, on a bad night, to end up owing the club more money than they earned. Of course, it's also very possible to make amounts that can only be described as obscene. In any case, it takes the kind of people skills and stamina that the average office drone couldn't dream of. The real draw in this book, as it turns out, is Diablo herself. Possessed of a witty, sardonic attitude that sizes up any situation with a healthy sneer, she can turn even the most squalid environment into an absurdist Gen X anthropological study. She's also capable of genuine warmth toward her unbelievably supportive boyfriend and his cute-as-a-button daughter from a previous relationship. There's even some pathos, as when she relates the tale of one of her Sex World co-workers. She's also capable, on the other hand, of some real metaphorical groaners, even if they're delivered with a deliberate wink: "...the world around me looked like a blank answer bubble on a standardized test. I didn't know I was destined to make my mark heavy and dark, and that Satan was my exam proctor." I first heard of this book when Diablo made a promotional appearance on David Letterman's show (it can be found on the web if you look around), where even a couple of years removed from her life as a slut-for-hire, I thought "I'd definitely buy a lap dance from her!" It wasn't just her more than acceptable body, but her intelligence. If you're the type of person who refuses to turn off your brain even when one of your hands is otherwise occupied, this is definitely the book for you. Even though a lot of the language is as salty as you would expect, and sometimes even more so, "Candy Girl" is not smut. It's about the business of smut, which as it turns out is a lot like plain old business. Just more fun. Comment (1) | | (Report this)