A specter haunts Las Vegas: organized strippers. Behind this nightmare vision lurks Andrea Hackett, a former male factory-worker turned nude dancer. And the headlines Hackett’s been making have nothing to do with her sex change. Here in Glitter Gulch that raises no more eyebrows than, say, a PTA president’s divorce in Peoria.
No. Hackett’s been the talk of the town because the lanky, blond-streaked 49-year-old with a spectacular set of enameled fingernails has been frenetically trying to organize Vegas’s thousands of strippers and nude dancers, launching them into a head-on battle royal against local government–and indirectly against the all-powerful corporate gambling interests that dominate this city’s political life. “They wanted a fight,” she says, unpacking a file of organizational charts and strategy notes. “And now I’m giving it to them.”
This unusually colorful episode of open class warfare erupted last summer when the Clark County commissioners voted 5 to 1 to heavily regulate the stripping and lap dancing that bring millions of tourists and conventioneers and many more of their dollars annually into Vegas’s thirty-six “gentlemen’s clubs” and provide income for 15,000 women dancers. (No one knows for sure, but the guess is that something like a million lap dances a year are performed in Vegas clubs at twenty-five bucks a pop or more.)
Like a Church Lady skit straight out of SNL, the county commissioners took a hands-on approach–excuse the pun–to defining what would now become a legal or illegal lap dance. In brief, a dancer would no longer be able to sit on a customer’s genital area–i.e., his lap–more or less rendering the very essence of the dance impotent. Dancers could no longer solicit tips. Customers could offer them but were specifically barred from any longer performing the traditional gesture of placing currency in dancers’ G-strings. “This was a declaration of war,” Hackett huffs. “In short, they were outlawing lap dancing.”
Before her sex-change operation in 1995, Hackett spent seventeen years working for Boeing in Seattle as a machinist and union activist. Now she drew upon her previous organizing experience to fight back. “I know I’m the only nude dancer in Vegas who went to Woodstock and who burned her draft card,” she says. And for good measure, she adds, “I’m also a socialist.”