I do not know Rhed's real name or care to track down photos of her. I found some on Instagram from an Illinois club where she worked, but that was a while ago. She doesn’t need to be doxxed. Rhed is from the ghetto town of Decatur, Illinois. I don't know why she moved to Knoxville. She is fair skinned, stumpy, with dyed Ronald McDonald colored hair, and kitschy style of the Spencer Gifts, butt rock variety-- very pleb. I’ve noticed a lot of Decatur crackers who have a shopping-mall-alt style of the 2002 JNCO jeans, made-in-China plastic jewelry, Korn babe era. She's not too attractive, and didn't always make as much money at Mouse's Ear as the other dancers, having to compete with all of us Angel-faced Appalachians. Rhed's full time job was at some exploitative chain pet store, bathing dogs.

I met Rhed in the dressing room on the evening of my 2019 audition. I pleasantly said hi to her. She did not acknowledge me, but bossily turned to another dancer and said,

“WATCH HER.”

There are cameras and lockers upstairs, so I can only discern that she made this stupid statement as an act of territorial passive-aggression, in lieu of pleasantly returning a hello to a newcomer as svelte and lovely as myself. Rhed never had any items of clothing or accessories that I would be interested in having, even if I did steal from my coworkers in strip clubs at auditions, which I don't. Fortunately, Rhed did not come in too often while I was at Mouse's Ear. She'd go through cycles of coming in many days per week, then not showing up for a month, then returning. I was always happy when she was gone, because she was very annoying.

After Lizzie was fired and the false rumors started swirling that I bugged my locker, I got to wondering, What if I DID bug my locker? I'd never want to get in trouble for a felony, and bugging my locker would be a felony. I'm just saying, the question occurred in my head when it never did before.

Rhed used to rant in the dressing room about her desire to “crush the esophaguses of new girls!” She referred to herself as a “house girl” because she had worked there off and on for a few years. She was irritated that I was selling so many dances, and stated that someone needs to “take Wendy under their wing” to show me the ropes of Mouse's Ear. Perhaps she meant the gallows. She'd frequently complain that she was not making sufficient amounts of money, spread false rumors that I was cheap, and state that the only “new girl” she liked was Roxy. Roxy was a dancer who sold almost no dances and looked like a giant gothic penguin, so she was never a threat to Rhed's income. Rhed stated that she thought men “should be locked up in cages and used for breeding purposes!”

Rhed was not legally married to her husband, but “hand fasted.” She often complained about her unfulfilling marriage while she was in the dressing room, and stated that maybe they weren't going to get legally married since the hand fast situation wasn't working out. Rhed has a brother who she was very proud of for joining the military and intending to go to the police academy.

After I was at Mouse's Ear for about five months, Rhed started to be nice to me and ask me for tips on how to sell more dances. I cordially gave her my sound advice. After that, her personality oscillated between cold shunning, and kind warm conversation, depending on the day. She'd repeat anecdotes to me and ask me the same questions she asked the previous week. I didn't mind that she had no working memory or consistency in thought, so long as she was nice to me most of the time after she got used to me. I don't think she was a pill popper like a lot of the cliquey cunts there, and since she was a Northerner like me, she was also a bit of an outsider. It was nice to have an ally whenever she came in near the end, when things got especially tough.