“You showed absolutely no respect for me, for your clients, for the club. You called decent guys who paid your rent perverts. We took you in when you didn’t have a dime, gave you a job, and this is how you repay us? An’ we have cameras in the Blue Room. Why the fuck you say we didn’t? We’re one of the cleanest clubs in Noo York.”

Every story you write has repercussions. Most of the time you never find out what they are.

I wrote a story that appeared in the New York Times this weekend about Mimi—a Cambridge graduate from England who came to New York looking for a job as a freelance journalist and ended up working as a lap dancer in a well-known Manhattan gentlemen’s club. Mimi kept a blog of her work in the club, writing under a pseudonym and only ever naming the club as Pussies (something omitted from the Times story because it was deemed too risque). You can read the story here.

It looks like my story led to the outing of Mimi at the club (which is called Flash Dancers by the way). And judging by Mimi’s latest blog entry she is now out of a job.

I don’t know if she will agree with me, but I think she knew this would happen. Consciously or subconsciously she put herself in a position where she knew she would be found out—and fired. It will be interesting to see what happens next. You can follow her progress here.

UPDATE: I should warn you it’s not always in the best possible taste. You have been warned!