I think Cook's Illustrated is talking to you, a single home cook.

This makes sense and helps. Thank you.

I'm pretty sure I remember that too, bon.

Curiously, the official title of the series appears to have no apostrophe at all. There's no apostrophe block.

I never read any books about babysitters in a club, so what do I know?

Oh, we talk about way creepier stuff.

True. I guess reining in my dark humor in some situations is becoming somewhat ingrained.

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I know this is from way back, but in the article about Tiger Wood's fling. This?

Not prostitutes, no, but just about halfway there. As surely as he has changed the game of golf, so too has Woods exposed the grazing ground of the halfway-hooker, and her natural habitat, the nightclub.

He met at least nine of the fifteen women in or around nightclubs: Kalika Moquin was a marketing manager at the Bank in Las Vegas, which is also where he met onetime cocktail waitress and full-time clubgoer Jamie Jungers. He met Julie Postle when she was a cocktail waitress in Orlando. Cori Rist at a nightclub in Manhattan. Holly Sampson met him through a mutual friend who is also a club promoter.

Makes me so very fucking angry. Women who work in clubs are not prostitutes. Not even close. And it's the attitude that they're damn near prostitutes is what makes working in that industry so frustrating for many women even as it's the easiest employment to get and likely to help out through rough times. I can't even read the rest it makes me that angry.

Jesus Christ yes, Daisy.

DJ, I can understand it would be a hard read, but I think it's an interesting one. For at least some of these clubs there seems to be a pervasive culture of please-the-customer that may not go as far as sexual favours, but definitely crosses the line of polite behaviour. I would assume that the higher-end the clientèle the more likely the sense of entitlement is likely to be endorsed by management. It's pretty horrific, but I thought it worth reading.

When I was a stripper, there were guys who wanted to buy presents for girls. They liked feeling like big shots, I think. There were also girls who cajoled and teased and subtly created invisible ground rules which resulted in gifts. They got lots of gifts (clothes, money, jewelry, once a car), without sleeping with anyone, because they worked it. Even though most women in clubs are not THAT type, that is still where you will find them, because that's where the dudes with the money are.

The other random thing I was thinking about the beginning of that story was, wasn't it the "nice girl" on Las Vegas who was the VIP Host?

Because Goodbye is closed, I thought I'd mention over here that even though Tom and I didn't participate, we got a package in the mail today that was postmarked from a Secret Santa in Oakland- it was a beautiful engraved frame with a lovely verse that references the awesomeness and specialness of our trip to San Francisco.

Now we have to pick out which picture to put in it! (ETA: maybe this?)

Thank you, Oakland Secret Santa!