Dear Ann Landers, n your column recently, a wife wrote that she was disturbed because her husband had come home from a stag party where two girls did strip acts. You told the wife she should not be thrown off balance by a "cheap little bimbo whose major talent is parading at stags in the altogether." For the first time in my life, I feel I should defend my profes-sion. I have been an exotic dancer (I prefer this to "stripper") for twelve years. I am no cheap little bimbo but a hard-working woman who paid taxes on $40,000 last year. When I finished my schooling in the East at age sixteen, I went to work in the office of a major network. In the ten months I worked there, I received more indecent proposals and pinches on my posterior than in the twelve years I have been doing my act. There can be artistry and taste in exotic dancing. I am told I have a regal bearing which makes men respect me. The average male would think twice before he tried to pinch a woman who buys her own diamonds and minks, and travels with a 200-pound drummer. Since you claim to be fair, Ann, I hope you will print my letter and give the customers an eyeful.-T.N.T.
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