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The misnomer that we’re repeating history because everyone is too ignorant to know and learn from it and apply it is a direct contradiction to the facts—the people who are repeating history are doing so because they know it, plan on improving on it, and intend to apply it in ways that benefit them more than those previously have in their bloodline. It also redirects the conversation about Actionables™️. The ignorance misnomer leaves us with the onus of educating said “ignorant people” (conveniently always those who have benefited and will continue to benefit in the future from history repeating itself) instead of Actionables™️ such as organizing among ourselves, attending protests, reaching out on a day to day basis to improve community block by block, donating to peoples gofundmes, signing petitions, educating ourselves and listening to others who have different experiences than us. Every minute we spend purely arguing with the Ignorants™️ online (and not using it as teaching moments for bystanders who might see said conversations and learn from them which IS EXTREMELY VALUABLE and IS an Actionable™️) takes away from our emotional battery, affects our mental health negatively, and steals time minute by minute from shit we can build with. You know who knows history the best? The people who have always benefited from it. They’re not fucking stupid, they want you to think that so you waste your fucking time and drain your batteries.

I woke up not being excited to go to work at all and then I remembered how many salty ass bitches who absolutely hate me are gonna be there tonight and I got a little motivated.

Currently praying to stripper jesus for strawberries and dom perignon.

I think it’s so funny (not in a humorous way) that certain dancers are racist against certain customers (specifically mexicans, indians, and sometimes africans, our customer demographic is superrr diverse for such a small club) because generally speaking those customers are my bread and butter. And who’s going to make the most money in a club full of these “undesirable” customers? Not the bitch complaining and waiting around for some gropey near death white man to come in.

Tonight I realized that black opium by ysl is my ultimate perfume scent for work, that most of my coworkers are scared of me (this girl kept butting into my conversation about personal stuff i was having w my friend and I turned around and went “I do not want to interact with you” and the dressing room full of girls went dead silent while I continued my convo, the annoying girl left soon after), that getting called in hella late with only 3 hours left of the shift isn’t actually that bad, and also i’m a spoiled princess because I’ve done mostly rooms lately and they’ve been with customers I already know well so I don’t have to hustle and I mostly just talk when i’m in the room so my burnt out ass is being saved.

I hope I make more than $100 tonight this week has been horrible so far. The DJs are going home with more than the strippers.