Hobo Stripper

God, I love feminism.

There's a woman named Tara who is my age, and she calls herself a Hobo Stripper. And, she is. She lives in an Astro van that she converted with her dog, Bro. She's from Alaska and drives around, stripping for cash and writing about it. She's fairly spiritual about the earth, herbs and her connection, which may be too much for some, but overall, the writing is great, the stories are awesome and her insights into stripping is pretty freaking cool.

I've never been to a strip club and always avoided it because of the anxiety of feeling bad for the girls or something (and my lack of interest in the activity itself, but that's not what we're talking about), but now I feel like I had it all wrong. Some girls will be unhappy, but same with any profession. The thing I never realized is that some girls are happy, just like other professions. It's a good read.

I love that she is happy, lives in her van along and makes it work for her. I like the idea that people are nomadic intrinsically, it appeals to my sense of wonder, even if it doesn't feel like much of a reality. I wonder what it's like to be free like she is. An independent contractor with business opportunities all over. She's good at what she does and she goes and lives in national parks whenever she wants. It seems like it's the beautiful end we all want: doing what you love, living well on your own terms and taking holidays whenever you want. That are all camping.

Well, that may just be me.