It's probably safe to assume that all Hollands of Tennessee, with early Tennessee colonizer ancestry, are cousins. My maw maw was a Holland. Mouse's Ear had a waitress who was a Holland. I'm not going to doxx her. She ended up being an ally who was willing to provide a statement to the NLRB for my case. Ms. Holland of Mouse's Ear bore a striking resemblance to my maw maw's side. That is-- short, chubby, with abnormally giant boobs, round face and big brown eyes.

Cousin Holland of Mouse's Ear was not without her faults. One time she mistook a group of Vietnamese customers for “Mexicans.” When I corrected her, she laughed and expressed that she did not care.

Dancers were supposed to “tip” all of the staff at the end of our shifts each night, because Buddy and Ralph Browning were unwilling to pay their employees a decent wage. Blaming the dancers for not paying the staff enough of their money was easier. I was relatively resistant to that idea, so I got badly bullied by the staff. In one of the ways I was bullied by the staff, a waitress named Alex Cave found my facebook, found out my real name on google, and started calling me Brandi while at work, rather than my stage name. Cousin Holland laughed out loud when that happened, and that hurt my feelings. When I told Buddy about Alex Cave calling me Brandi and he scolded her, Cousin Holland expressed her discontents about that too. I gave my Cousin Holland a two dollar tip at the end of each night, but she didn't think that was enough. I always thought two dollars was too much to be giving her, but even I am not completely immune to the efforts of strip club bullies. Giving her two dollars each night was my way of giving in. She was always much nicer to me when Alex Cave wasn't around though, so I suspect a lot of her mean girl behaviors were influenced by Alex Cave.

Ms. Holland was in her twenties, and an unwed mother of a few kids. To make ends meet, she sold cheap photos of her genitals on the internet. Some of the dancers were making fun of her low prices they found on some adult entertainment site.

Cousin Holland knew she was unlikely to get more than two dollars out of me each night, and she knew that the Brownings were not going to pay her a living wage, and she didn't make very much money selling photos of her genitals online. So, sometimes she would try bullying the youngest, most emotionally vulnerable strippers available, like Sunshine. Apparently one night when I was gone, she berated Sunshine in an attempt to get a bigger tip, but Sunshine snapped back, and then Ms. Holland quit. I highly doubt the revolving door of workers bickering for breadcrumbs bothered the Brownings.

When I learnt that Holland quit, I figured I'd never talk to her again. But, as luck would have it, she ended up being one of those rare people offering to back me up when I needed it. After I was fired, I messaged her on facebook. She was very willing to help me. Part of her job as a waitress was to interrupt me while I was sitting with a customer, ask him if he wanted to buy me a drink, make sure I said yes when he offered, bring it to me, and make sure I sipped it. If I refused a drink, if I didn't sip the drink, or if I got up from the table with a full drink sitting there, she was to go tell the Brownings, so I would get reprimanded.

It's always nice when disgruntled former employees of strip clubs can put their differences aside and unite against the common enemy, against the scabs, and against exploitation. The Holland settlers of Tennessee were not historically nice people, but I believe in redemption.