Sarah Tressler: Houston Chronicle Society Writer By Day, Stripper By Night (UPDATED)
Tressler blogs, Facebooks and tweets about her life as an "angry stripper." It's all pretty much what you'd expect -- writing in the style that really, really wants to be described as "fearless" and "intelligent" and "funny" and "sexy."
Whether it lives up to that is a matter of taste, we guess.
The Web writings describe her life dancing at local clubs like St. James and The Men's Club.
Her most recent entry, on March 12, talks about how a man who was tipping her as she was dancing accidentally spit some lettuce on her. (Comic relief for the movie!!)
We e-mailed Tressler, 29, but haven't heard back. Her LinkedIn profile says she has a bachelor's from University of Houston -- where she's now an adjunct professor, it says -- and a master's in journalism from NYU. (For what it's worth, there's only one Sarah Tressler in the state with a Texas driver's license, and it shows a Houston address.)
Some of those Chronsters aren't too happy, from what we hear:
Her fellow Chronicle employees have found out and they're furious. Furious because she barely bothers to conceal her identity and they're worried about the reaction from the "ladies who lunch" when they inevitably find out that they've been hosting an active stripper at their benefits. And furious because she "flaunts" her "stripper money" around the office in the form of expensive designer clothes and handbags. And furious because the Chron staff feels like she's just using them as fodder for a future roman a clef.
We've asked for reaction from Chron editor Jeff Cohen; Melissa Aguilar, the paper's assistant managing editor for features; and Kyrie O'Connor, who supervised the section before becoming an interim editor at the Chron's sister paper in San Antonio, but haven't heard back from the first two.
O'Connor said she knew "Sarah Tressler as a highly competent freelancer, but I've been out of pocket for quite a while. I understand she may be on staff now, but that's about my limit" of knowledge.
We'll update when we do hear from Cohen, Aguilar or Tressler. Until then, we leave you with Tressler's January 1 blog post, "The 10-Hour Day Yields an Icky Fetish":
I worked from 1:30 to 11:30 last Thursday, which is long enough to hang out with some friends, make some new contacts, eat lunch and pull down about $750. I also had a run-in with one of my least favorite of the weird fetishes: guys who like to have their nipples, um ... bothered.
Foot suckers aside, the nipple guys freak me out the most. I personally hate it when guys try to reach out and rub or tweak mine; getting a dude who likes to have his ... ew ... stroked or pulled or WHATever, gawd, it's so gross. Sorry. And just kind of bumping up against the general area outside the shirt is never enough. They aren't ashamed to lift their shirts up and bare their man-nips, which, incidentally, are usually longer than what may be considered normal, the result of which I can only imagine must be from sexual apparatuses sold at stores like Nasty Pig on W. 19th in Chelsea.
Note: There's a lot of "slut-shaming" allegations in the comments, which is odd, because there's nothing in the item calling anyone a slut. But here's the response I put in, ICYMI:
I don't get the"slut shaming" charge. If you want to be a stripper, fine.
If you want to write for a very conservative, uptight paper -- covering the very powerful, very conservative and straitlaced people the paper so desperately works to keep happy and unruffled -- fine.
If you want to combine the two, it's interesting, to say the least.
Update: The latest tweet from the @AngryStripper account, earlier today: "I have a confession to make: I was a reporter! Please don't hold it against me."
Update II: A source tells us she is no longer with the Chron.
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