Memoir
The Life of a Jewish Stripper
First let me say I have a great respect for strippers and sex workers of any type and not just because I was one. It is not an easy job. They put up with a lot of shit and most of them are great women who as the cliché goes have a heart of gold. To be honest I miss it every day of my life. I miss the money, the attention, the feeling of power over men and the comradery with the other women. It is not as a glamorous a job as it may seem. I thought it was something I would never want to do with the rest of my life but if I was twenty-five or thirty forever I probably would do it if not forever then as long as possible. Perhaps I am romancing the past, because when I was in it at the end all I wanted was to get out. I only wish I had saved as much money as I could instead of wasting it on my ex-husband's drug habit.
By Alla Kaplan3 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 1
First to understand communist Russia in 1970, the year I was born, you have to understand if you have never heard the stories of people standing in lines for toilet paper, the stories were true. I remember actually wiping my ass with newspaper when I was a kid. The Russia you see now with their new wealthy Jews like Abramovich and others they love so much is not very different from Russia in 1970. The “New Russia” is just an illusion. The greatest joke in Russia was the main newspaper was called Pravda (Russian for truth). So, we were literally wiping our asses with truth if there was no toilet paper.
By Alla Kaplan3 years ago in Chapters
