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32 of 36 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
She's no ordinary school girl!, August 2, 2000
Don't be fooled by the title of this entertaining, offbeat memoir. The author, Shawna Kenney, may, indeed, have been nineteen when she began working as a dominatrix, but she was in her twenties for most of her career in domination. Of course, you can't blame the publishers of this book for choosing the title. After all, "I Was a Twenty-Something Dominatrix" isn't nearly as titillating. Also, don't be fooled by the jacket-copy on the back of the book. Gushes the enthusiastic marketer: "Kenney transforms herself from young, broke, and miserable in crappy jobs ("The worst thing was my boss who stared at my chest while he yelled at me") to successful and empowered as a self-made professional-dominatrix-slash-college-student." To read this, you'd think Kenney was something of a feminist heroine. In fact, before she took the restaurant job, where she resented the way her lascivious employer ogled her breasts, Kenney was an exotic dancer who regularly disrobed for paying customers to ogle her breasts - among other things. That's hardly the behavior of a feminist in search of empowerment! One can understand the excesses of a publisher anxious to market a book, but even Kenney herself gets into the spin-doctoring game. She spends an inordinate amount of space at the beginning of the book trying to convince the reader that she's ordinary, "the girl next door." To prove this, she drags us through excruciatingly boring details of her childhood - including what TV programs she watched and what treats she had for dessert. But in her attempts to prove her "normalcy," Kenney only manages to underline why she's so well-equipped for the job of a dom. She begins the book by relating how she nearly drowned at a YMCA pool while teaching herself to swim at the tender age of six. Far from illustrating her "normalcy," the story demonstrates her arrogance, defiance, and recklessness - all good traits for the aspiring dominatrix. Kenney is at her amusing best when she relates tales of her various submissive clients. Not a life-style dominatrix, Kenney is in the BSDM scene only for the money, but she shows an amazing amount of empathy for her patrons. Contrary to what other reviewers may have found, I found Kenney surprisingly sympathetic with her paying subs, including one heart-broken man devastated by the loss of his wife. Kenney actually turned this man from customer to friend. She is also amazingly understanding with her transvestite clientele, showing considerably more compassion for them than most "good" women do. In some ways, Kenney is too sympathetic to her subs. For example, she cannot bring herself to service one black submissive client because he insists on Kenney, a white woman, hurling racial slurs at him. Kenney is too offended by his request to comply. Like many "true-life" stories, "I Was a Teenage Dominatrix" fails to build to a convincing or satisfying conclusion or climax. Instead, at about page 110 of this 122-page book, the story begins to fade as Kenney approaches graduation from college. This isn't Kenney's fault. After all, real life rarely hands us the satisfying but inherently artificial structure of a dramatic narrative. Our last picture of Kenney is as an aspiring young writer transplanted to Southern California from D.C., having abandoned her life as a dominatrix - partly because of the competition. (She informs us "doms are a dime a dozen" on the West Coast.) Still, in the back of her closet, Kenney does have "a shiny red patent leather outfit with matching shoes and paddle" - "just in case." If you're looking for a reflective account one young woman's coming of age, a feministic critique, or insight into the BSDM scene, this book isn't for you. If, however, you want a fun, intriguing account of one struggling student's very unusual way of putting herself through school, you'll really enjoy "I Was a Teenage Dominatrix."
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