I certainly can't be doxxing Brandy, even though I have all of her information. I told Brandy in November of 2019 that I wouldn't doxx her. However, Brandy needs her own post. I have so many unanswered questions. For example, just how much of a snake is Brandy, really? If anyone knows how much of a snake Brandy is, please email me. She is facebook friends with most of the people who she privately talked shit about with me, and she interacts with them on facebook regularly. A wise meme once said: A person who doesn't defend you while another person slanders you is your enemy too.

Some time after Lizzie was fired, I can't remember when, Brandy started working at Mouse's Ear. She is short, slightly hourglass shaped, with large doe eyes and dyed blonde hair. She has the look of a typical Appalachian white female. She was/is in her twenties. She was wearing a black and white striped carnivalesque leotard that I complimented her on when she scurried up to me and said,

“Show me your ways!”

I thought Brandy was very creepy and weird when we met. Her shifty dark eyes zoomed about, going this way and that. I didn't want to show Brandy my ways. I was not obligated to show everybody my ways. I wanted to enjoy my solitude and merrily go about my work shift selling songs. Brandy wouldn't let me do that. She followed me around, assuming I was OK with her being there to hustle with me. A lot of dancers like to hustle together, and they will be mean to people who prefer to be alone. Brandy informed me that she worked at Mouse's Ear prior to my arrival, had to stop when she had a baby, healed, and returned. It was her second baby. She was very insecure about her stretch marked belly. She usually wore fishnet tights or corsets to conceal her postpartum abdomen that sagged like a spayed cat's. Brandy was a lot more beautiful than she thought herself to be, despite these features. It's unfortunate when insecurities get in the way of workplace confidence. She is very elegant like a 1950s Parissienne. She is not a 1950s Parisienne though. She is an Eastern Kentucky/Florida hick.

The night that Brandy started following me around, I mostly ignored her. She and I sat with some bearded rednecks for a short time, before I took one away and sold seven songs to him. I ignored any attempts she made to leach off of my energy. After I sold seven songs and tried to avoid her, she became visibly infuriated and scurried over to the Brownings to taddle on me. The Brownings were not upset with me at all that I just made them seven songs worth of profits. When taddling to the Brownings didn't work, Brandy ran over to an extremely unattractive dressing room hag named Taylor. Taylor instructed Brandy to not talk to me. Taylor told Brandy that the reason why I was able to sell a block of seven songs to a customer, was because I put a spell on him and that I am a dangerous witch. Brandy believed Taylor wholeheartedly. I know all of this, because Brandy told me about the entire event some weeks later.

After Taylor told Brandy that I am a dangerous witch that evening, Brandy didn't stop following me around for a time, though she did stop trying to converse with me. There was another incident in which she sat down with a customer and I, wouldn't acknowledge me, but whispered to the customer not to make eye contact with me. She told him that I am a witch who casts my spells through eye contact, and that he can avoid having a spell put on him by not looking directly at me. Her behavior most certainly interfered with my money.

I'm not sure what the psychological diagnosis is for Brandy, but several weeks after all of the above paragraphs occurred, she randomly tried to befriend me again. She approached me where I was sitting by myself, apologized for her previous behavior, and told me that she really admired my sales skills. She told me all of the conversations that occurred with Taylor and others describing me as a dangerous witch. She stated that she wishes for me to instruct her on sales. I think Brandy is probably just a little sociopath with poor impulse control, but I'm glad she let the secrets out, because I did have a lot of unanswered questions that she helped answering. Brandy aggressively asked me for my phone number after that, so I gave it to her. She started texting me with regularity, and asking me for advice on things-- everything from information about cleaning our shoes with peroxide, to talking to customers. I must emphasize that she was the one who initiated and pursued these communications, and I reciprocated. I did enjoy talking to her, because she is politically left enough to be a Bernie Sanders supporter, and she has a delightful kind of kooky Appalachian merriment that I also exhibit and feel comfortable around. After Brandy built a rapport with me in terms of phone calls, text messages, apologies, and information about what our coworkers were saying about me, I would occasionally approach her at work to comfortably chat when it was slow. That is what people do when they are friendly and enjoy talking to one another in a mutually reciprocating manner.

One day on the phone, after Brandy and I became friends, LingLing informed me that she had to “warn” me about Brandy. She informed me that when I wasn't around, Brandy was going up to her, as well as speaking with other dancers, saying things about me such as,

“I don't know WHY she is talking to me! We're not friends!”

I was disappointed to be informed of these comments, so I called Brandy up while my audio recorder was on, to confront her on the situation. It was the first time I recorded our conversations. Normally I don't like to be a creepy friend who records people, but I wanted to make sure I had evidence of Brandy being a snake. She completely denied making the statements that LingLing accused her of, but it sounded like she was lying. She insisted that she was not ashamed to be talking to me at work, and that she never said those things to LingLing. I still have the recording if anyone wants to listen to it. My theory about what happened, is that the other dancers were giving Brandy shit for being nice to me, such as pill-chasing Aspen who didn't want people to talk to me, so Brandy couldn't handle the social pressure and wanted to “play both sides.”

Sometimes if I was selling an excessive amount of dances, even after Brandy befriended me, she'd ignore me or have seething flashes of anger bubbling beneath her cordial persona. Most Appalachians have a deep dark shadow self beneath our jovial exterior of customer service polite society presence. I always knew Brandy was leaky in terms of our conversations. There would be times when I said something only to her, and later everyone would know what was discussed. Sometimes I said things only to her just to test the situation. If I confronted her about relaying our conversations with other people, she'd just deny it. She was a bad alcoholic who occasionally passed out in the dressing room, before waking up and driving home, but that's no excuse for being leaky. She is quite the wild card.

Brandy stated that she just tried to “spread love” by being nice to everybody in the workplace. One dancer who Brandy had intense anger for was Heidi. I have no idea why, because Heidi was nice to almost everybody, and exceedingly more attractive that most of us, including Brandy. Brandy's fixation with Heidi was always peculiar to me. She used to ask me for advice on “dealing with” Heidi, which also made me uncomfortable. When Brandy didn't think I was around to hear her, she would comfort Brazil when Brazil made comments about wanting to punch and kill me for selling songs to customers she believed belonged to her. Brandy has been mentioned in a number of posts already, such as the one about Selexa getting fired. Throughout this series, I have intentionally included excerpts of things Brandy has said, in order to give examples of what a snake she is. One time when Brandy was having a disagreement with LaNae, she shouted something along the lines of,

“At least my teeth aren't all rotten in my mouth!”

She later apologized profusely to poor LaNae for bringing up dentistry, but continued to laugh about LaNae's rotten teeth with Bunny and I privately. Bunny was Brandy's closet workplace ally. In previous posts, I have discussed both of these individuals positively, but when it comes down to it, they are not reliable or trustworthy. They are both facebook friends with many horrible people, such as Aspen. Brandy is facebook friends with the Brownings. Brandy and Bunny did not give a shit enough to do anything about worker rights.

Like many Appalachians and many strippers, Brandy is a Pretendian who prominently claims to be a Native American. Besides Elizabeth Warren's social media accounts, the two places where I've found the highest concentration of Pretendians are strip clubs, and in the hills of Appalachia. I believe this is from a combination of family lore, a narcissistic desire to co-opt a deluded noble savage identity, and a sick idea that indigenous people are Earthy and sexy. When I pressed Brandy on her alleged indigenous ancestry, she defensively started screaming,

“I don't know because my ancestors are ALL DEAD, ALL INDIANS ARE DEAD. I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE!”

I think what she actually meant to say was that she is a white person with a vague family legend of having Native American admixture, but she is so out of touch with history that she is unable to answer any questions about it without becoming angrily defensive and lying, because she has no tribal connections whatsoever. Pathological liars who have an attachment to Native American Ancestry legends are in almost every strip club that I have ever worked at across America, especially in small towns. They are wearing “Indigenous Resistance” earrings, black lipstick, winged eyeliner, peddling low-grade cannabis, jamming out to Snotty Nose Rez Kids, thinking they are original or special in some way, desperately clinging to an identity that is not theirs, because they believe it will make them more cool.

Brandy had a bias against high earners who didn't have children, and once stated that I have no responsibilities because I have no children. I didn't reply to her, because she is so stupid that I didn't feel like bothering. I actually do have lots of responsibilities and Brandy is a dumbass for making that remark. One responsibility I've excelled at, which Brandy has not, is avoiding impregnation from scummy men who are hell bent on breeding me. Brandy was very unhappy with her intimate relationship at the time of our working together. Over the past three years, she has left her first two kids' dad, and found a new guy. The new one is a financially stable union tradesman. She managed to get impregnated by him, gave birth to her third child, and takes photos of her stable nuclear family for facebook. I think it's odd how it all happened so quickly. They engage in performative PDA for social media. I question the authenticity of it. I've never been married, but I can't help to wonder how often these types of relationships involve low-key marital rape and sexual coercion. I'd guess a lot. I'd guess the loser male is desperate for love and will give it to whatever financially desperate single mother clings to him. I wish Brandy could be financially independent and leave her latest inseminator. I don't believe a lot of these women are actually in love with their men, so much as they depend on them financially and find convenience in having a relationship with them. I'd hate to deal with all of those late night boners and farts in my bedroom every single night for eternity. I think these women are lying to themselves. Brandy's just been slithering through life down South-- in Kentucky, in Florida, in Tennessee with her shifty eyes. We're all just trying to survive. There is a vulnerable, artsy, waifish quality to her in this capitalist patriarchy-- but only a fool would truly trust her. She ghosted me when I needed her to be my NLRB witness-- not that I didn't already meticulously collect ample evidence as it was. I am responsible, after all.