Striptease for me, baby |
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| Written by April Yorke |
| Tuesday, 01 July 2008 19:00 |
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As Jacob would be quick to tell you in his fantastic Gossip Girl recaps, much about the way we move in society is burlesque. We’re in constant motion, creating false impressions, removing something here, covering something there. As difficult as it is to build a desired reputation, those reputations can, in turn, be destroyed in a whisper. Of course, some are a little more resistant to being stripped of their glory than others. When the person you set out to destroy is fully engaged in the art of burlesque, you may find you’ll never be able to bring them down.
© 2008 April Yorke; licensee (Cult)ure Magazine.
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