Here’s a little story for this week’s Trifecta challenge to use the third definition of rainbow: “[from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] : an illusory goal or hope.” It’s not really in my usual style, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.
I was a teacher before this, you know? No kidding. I have an M.A. in English – even thought about getting my Ph. D once.
It’s not so bad though. I come in, do my job and go home. Sure, sometimes I have to watch Tyfani snort coke backstage, and occasionally one of the losers in pervert row gets a little handsy, but I’ve got my regulars.
The other girls are nice, too, especially Sugar.
That’s her real name. Sugar.
The moment her mother slapped that moniker on a birth certificate, Sugar’s fate was pretty much sealed.
Of course, it’s not like my parents ensured a virtuous future for me when they named me Elizabeth after famed suffragette Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
Most guys don’t want a principled girl named Elizabeth shaking her ass in their faces anyway – it reminds them too much of their vituperating girlfriends and cancerous ex-wives.
Here I’m Jade.
Luckily all those years of compulsive stress exercising gave me a rocking body. I’ve got small breasts, but some guys like that, clearly, since I make twice as much money now as I ever did teaching.
Do I find it degrading?
No more degrading than being an educated woman who grubs 60 hours a week, lives in a rat-hole on the bad side of town, eats nothing but ketchup on saltines and still can’t make ends meet.
Now THAT’S degrading.
So instead of grading papers, I get paper stuffed into my g-string.
Elizabeth was drowning in debt; Jade just bought a figurative rowboat.
I spent years chasing that respectable rainbow that everyone promised would lead to a pot of good fortune. When I got to the end, all I found was a pot of debt. IOUs. Fool’s gold.
So I found a different rainbow in a puddle of oil – the kind that most people step on without a second glance. Still no gold, but at least this pot at the end is filled with enough singles and fives to make rent.