Call Me a Cynic
Posted on | April 1, 2012 | 39 Comments
My initial reaction to this story was “Book Deal, Movie Rights,” and I’m sure the Hollywood agents are begging her to sign:
A Texas newspaper has fired staff reporter Sarah Tressler after she was exposed — by a competing paper, natch — as a stripper. Tressler, who has a bachelor’s and master’s degree, worked as a society reporter for the Houston Chronicle and taught as an adjunct professor at the University of Houston. But for eight years, she also worked at upscale strip clubs.
Sarah Tressler blogged about stripping at “Diary Of An Angry Stripper,” writing articles like “Customers To Avoid List” and “10 Things You Should Know Before You Date A Stripper,” and tweeted from @AngryStripper. Yet she told “Good Morning America” that she never assumed she would be “outed” by anyone because it seemed “like such a mean thing to do.” (Houston Press, the paper that exposed her, said they only did it because it was a “good story.”) After getting canned by the Chronicle for not revealing the job, Tressler is now working as a teacher, and is also still stripping. . . .
My secret blog, “Diary of a Man-Whore,” never got many readers.
Go figure.
But I’m sure Tressler’s new career as a teacher will turn out as well as it did for that Cincinnati Bengals cheerleader, right?
UPDATE: Almost forgot to hat-tip Instapundit. If Sarah Tressler doesn’t get a movie deal out of this, maybe she can fill in for Professor Reynolds next time he goes on vacation.
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39 Responses to “Call Me a Cynic”
April 1st, 2012 @ 1:43 am
I’m shocked – that the Houston Chronicle apparently still employs full-time society reporters. Aren’t most papers just paying stringers for that stuff now? But you could hardly complain that a stringer had another job, so . . .
Ah, upholding the facade of public morality in the Society pages is just never easy, is it?
April 1st, 2012 @ 4:34 am
I don’t respect this attitude of your deciding who deserves to be treated with consideration and who doesn’t. (I remember that feeling began with your campaign against the feminist — I’m sorry I’ve forgotten her name. And most recently with the slut and now the stripper.)
And of course, in my not respecting the attitude I see in you, I do what I disdain and withold respect from you.
At this moment I don’t feel sorry.
Hopefully with time and integration of these thoughts, I will.
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:00 am
I’m sure Stacy will be be crushed by the news, if not by random objects as he rolled around the floor laughing at your hysterical yet almost coherent post. Damn him for disrespecting that feminist, what’s-her-name?
I must admit, usually that sort of stupidity needs to be aged in charred oaken casks that were previously used to age sherry, and only broken out on special occasions.
Personally, I thought he was rather nice to the stripper, he suggested several possible job or business opportunities to help her out.
But perhaps when you have worked through all that self-disdain and thought integration process, you will . . . um, what was the goal again? To feel sorry for not respecting the attitude in him towards her that caused you to do what you disdain and – cringe – withhold respect from Stacy in the pre-integration period?
It must be a difficult time for you.
I know it is for me. My sides ache.
April 1st, 2012 @ 8:43 am
Book deal? Movie rights?
Yep: Lifetime Presents: “The Angry Stripper” starring Valerie Bertinelli and Mr. T.
Based on the true story! Pick up your copy wherever Shamwowza is sold!
April 1st, 2012 @ 8:43 am
Come now, be honest — you’re only complaining because she’s a stripper, and “stripper” is a code word in your unpleasant feminist circles, not just because she was fired (or “shamed”, as you no doubt call it) for her extra-curricular activities.
If she was instead fired for, say, praying in front of the local Planned Parenthood, not only would this ya-ya vagina-power stuff dry up faster than [Gloria Allred joke deleted], but you’d be calling for her head.
April 1st, 2012 @ 9:09 am
Possibly on topic. Ultimately incoherent and without meaning. Multiple replies.
7/10 on the troll-o-meter.
April 1st, 2012 @ 9:09 am
OK, you’re a cynic
There are not many reactions to be had to this story, cynic is probably the best one, the remaining ones of feigned outrage ( from the “feminist” side ) feigned outrage ( from the “traditionalist” side) and face-palming all do not address any real issue and are just noise or ignorance.
April 1st, 2012 @ 1:11 pm
Pics of Sarah at the link. Click here.
April 1st, 2012 @ 2:19 pm
Rippling muscles
Shimmering on the pole
Like Tabitha Hale
April 1st, 2012 @ 2:26 pm
[…] people, such as noted cynic Stacy McCain, write for money. Some dance for money. And at least one apparently did both, though […]
April 1st, 2012 @ 2:49 pm
Ibuprofen and Robaxin will help that ache. Just don’t read her post again as it will just set off the problem the belly laughter that caused the problem in the first place. Then you might require narcotics.
April 1st, 2012 @ 2:53 pm
A real reporter would have dug up the link to the blog.
Diary of an Angry Stripper
Some useful advice there.
April 1st, 2012 @ 3:22 pm
In my experience, it is only the immature male who expresses disdain, or more specifically, fear, of the human female ‘crotch’.
And I can state with certainty, that among my female friends, among whom
many count themselves as ‘feminists’ of one stripe or another, that the
‘crotch’ is worthy of not only praise, but overt and dedicated worship.
Indeed, several of them have been known to go down on their knees and
look heavenward, and to quiver in ecstatic abandon, as their mouths open
and their tongues perform worshipful ablutions as only a true woman is
able.
April 1st, 2012 @ 3:24 pm
Oh… may heaven save us from misplace humor, or even humor in general; for by that devious agency of mind and heart, is so much damage done to the causes of outrage and distress. Yes, we may blame humor, and by extension, satire and yes, even the venerable innuendo, for the majority of the world’s ills. Those who should be taking with utmost and even deadly seriousness the various and many depredations committed in this world, do we need add even more tears to this veil, even if those be tears of laughter and not sorrow or rage?
Whose face reddens upon hearing not only of crotches, but then of jibes directed at such red faces? Does this not, grossly compound one error with yet another? And ultimately, who benefits if eventually, all of humanity should join in one great, resounding belly-laugh? Are we to ignore this perfidy, this defilement of the proper, fully clothed, upright and righteous human person?
Clearly, humor should not be a laughing matter, and I pray you to reconsider whether this is funny, or yet another vile satire of those who would protect us from ourselves.
April 1st, 2012 @ 3:30 pm
[…] democratized, for both good and ill, so that the readers get whatever the readers want, including society reporters turned strippers and NFL cheerleader sex scandals.Yet I’ve always said that if I were ever put in charge of a […]
April 1st, 2012 @ 3:33 pm
“Don’t tell Mama I write for the Chron. She thinks I’m on the pole.”
April 1st, 2012 @ 4:02 pm
Laaaame. (Yes, with 5 a’s; it was really that bad.)
I’m going to go ahead and say that pile of garbage drops you down to a 3/10 on the troll-o-meter.
April 1st, 2012 @ 4:32 pm
It isn’t going to stop, sad little ducky boy.
It’s just too much fun to kick your lame ass.
Keep ’em coming.
Knock Knock.
“Who’s there?”
No one.
“No one who?”
Keep ’em coming, sad ducky.
April 1st, 2012 @ 5:00 pm
But what, I ask, is to lament; do we take the upstart words of a few,
as a reflection of the eternal? Or are we to indeed cower in our darkened bunkers, blunt defense at the ready, to be discharged upon
glimpse of ghost?
No. I say, and hear me well; the games (sic) displayed here by a few of
the foul, have run their course, in all but the most enfeebled minds; and it is those few, who purloin the moment for the sake of gratuitous
gestures of puerile self-aggrandizement.
Nonetheless, the sketch and scope of this old habit has become well-worn, like unto the grooves in an ancient Roman road; and like those fabled roads, they too lead but to the inner sanctum, in which Caesar ego plays in front of the imperial mirror, in denial of his (or her) crumbling zombie-image.
Such a twisted ruler is s/he, that Caligula is redeemed; any accurate reflection is denied, but makeup falls from the decaying visage. Now the robot-cheerleader holds forth, but the home team is unresponsive, having imbibed one too many blogs; truly, sense has fled, leaving behind a body of habits whose style is mere repetition of a mistake…
April 1st, 2012 @ 5:02 pm
I hope she strikes while the iron is hot (that is, while she still is). The Octomom lost a million by waiting too long.
April 1st, 2012 @ 5:02 pm
No Quack
April 1st, 2012 @ 5:35 pm
I will pry myself from my vault of kindness, using my lever of compassion, and venture once again onto the 8-lane freeway of other’s imaginations.
It should be obvious by now, after many months of this sort of crap, that ANAMIKA has a very serious problem. In spite of her glib self-promotion as a ‘liberal person’ with valuable opposing views, her presence remains similar to that of a giant, decaying jellyfish, draped over not only TheOtherMcCain, but I suspect, several other blogs as well.
There is nothing quite like her persistence; her insistence in plugging herself into the business of others…. The impression is that while other liberal commenters strive to build a nice, if modest edifice of sorts, that ANAMIKA inevitably shows up, and layers it with a thick layer of her disgusting, colonic prose.
Indeed, I see ANAMIKA as the Julia Childs of spreading shit-frosting on the labor-cakes of others.
Surely, this cannot go on much longer, without a majority of readers raising objection to ANAMIKA’s dung-dropping. Is it her claim to ‘victim’ status, which is the stumbling-block for the moderators?
She cannot resist the temptation to inject acidic shit into the proceedings; she insists upon dilution of productive threads by posting her psychotic meanderings, irrelevant every time; and the worst, is her glib insistence that there is nothing anyone can do about it.
I think that now, after such a prolonged test period, punctuated by ANAMIKA’s snide violations of all that is right and good, and rubbing it into everyone’s faces, that the time has come for a total, permanent BAN of ANAMIKA.
She has shown, time and again, that she cannot be trusted to comply with even the most basic standards of online decency, let alone the moderators’ more-than-charitable allowances to her. It is clear that she wants and needs to be victimized by ‘Banning.’
Let us give her what she wants, what she has been working for all of these years; let us give her the sort of total rejection, and judgement of worthless/destructive, that she craves, as evidenced by her own implicit demands for rejection and judgement. Let us jettison ANAMIKA and her odious baggage, preferably as the train is traversing a long trestle, over a deep gorge which has a raging, boiling river, filled with gators and piranhas, which runs into a volcanic cauldera, filled with swirling lava.
In times such as these, nothing less will do.
April 1st, 2012 @ 5:57 pm
Social experiment, or troll-feeding or just foul breeding?
Are we simply packing a 500# bag of bargain-basement troll-food, and passing it out as governed by our own whim?
To pee on or not to pee on, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobier in the mind to suffer
The stings and jabs of outrageous posters,
Or to write darts against a sea of trolls,
And by opposing, end their blog dominance.
Too steep,
The heart-price of the thousand fatuous insults
That minds give air to; ending them a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To cry, to weep;
To weep, perchance to moan: ay, there’s the shlub’s shtick,
For in that slop of complaint what dreams may come
That they have shuffled off their mundane ego,
Will give others pause. There’s no respect.
That makes calamity of so long a blog life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of
Wombat, The Anamika’s, gg’s costumed
Heartstrings of despised love, Smitty’s delay,
The testosterone on offer and the sperms?
That patience bear it, the unworthy fakes,
When we ourselves might their exit hasten
With a spare bon mot? Who would insults bear,
The brunt of sweating a dreary past-life,
Of a thread on some other blog,
The now-disclos’d offense, from whose boring
Grip no anti-troller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those trolls we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.- Soft, you know The fair folks, in thy prisons
Be all my sins remember’d.
Sheikh Smitty
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:14 pm
And what’s wrong with narcotics?
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:14 pm
I bow to your talent, Adjoran.
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:15 pm
Glad you are having fun here Anamika. Fun is the way of distracting the mind so that the work can go on silent-but-deadly.
But aren’t your 15 minutes up for today?
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:22 pm
It is neither forbidden nor irrelevant on this list to have insults, banter, and all kinds of things that might be regarded as “off-topic,” but “off-topic” should have some redeeming value, such as humor, sharing, exploration of truth, etc. Your posts have none.
It’s not like this blog has an overwhelming volume as to discussion threads, but people do drop out of participation when they perceive the comment threads as not being relevant to their needs/taste. It would be better in my view for this blog to have periods of silence than be filled with this kind of rubbish.
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:49 pm
Fully agreed, no matter that this will aggrieve she who agitates for de facto dominion over one and all, by means of donning the cloak of virtue, but which is a foul rag in her hands for so long as she persists in such mistaken moral condemnations as she has done here.
And the preferred ‘action’ of calling out tather than straving the troll is quite legal, despite the spiteful protestations of she who will cast a spell of sleep upon our fair castle, which will then crawl withy thorny vines, and remain somnescent until such day as a handsome prince doth kiss us all, thereby causing our salvation.
But the day of our awakening is now, as the prince bends to kiss those lips he desires, lodged as they are at the happy apex of the intersection of yin and yang; for those lips conceal the mystery of the watercourse way, and are by no small feat, also the gateway for every one of our lives, and so for this, we are eternally grateful… almost every one.
April 1st, 2012 @ 6:53 pm
WOW!……Excellent.
PS. I don’t expect everyone to agree. But I would appreciate not being continually harassed here.
April 1st, 2012 @ 11:34 pm
Frankly, forget the stripper. I’m just gobsmacked by the notion that Houston has “society.”
April 2nd, 2012 @ 9:46 am
Sorry. It’s who we are and what you are.
April 2nd, 2012 @ 9:47 am
You hooked me with the casting of Mrs. Bertinelli.
April 2nd, 2012 @ 11:07 am
I don’t expect everyone to agree. But I would appreciate not being continually harassed here. –Anamika
While officially not ‘everyone’, and in fact, probably ‘no-one’, I for one, welcome our new statute which states:
NO harassment, or case-perching, of Anamika, her spread legs and/or words, or of any words which further describe her legs, or what they lead up to.
April 2nd, 2012 @ 10:44 pm
It’ll get over it I know I have.
April 2nd, 2012 @ 10:47 pm
So the valtrex is working?
April 2nd, 2012 @ 10:49 pm
Dungbat.
April 3rd, 2012 @ 2:30 am
MORPHINE. Accept no substitutes!
April 3rd, 2012 @ 2:34 am
She’s a cutie. Why was she wasting her time at the Chronicle, again?
April 3rd, 2012 @ 7:26 am
Vicodin is Your Friend.