by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
This suspicion I have — that I ran into Zendaya pretending to be a stripper in Richmond (probably in preperation for a role) — is so bonkers that absolutely no one will believe me. And I’m fine with that.
Just the *idea* that something like that may have happened puts a bit of a pep into my otherwise mundane-living-in-oblivion-life.
But the more it rattles around in my mind, the more…uneasy I grow. I definitely got the sense that she was rather contemptuous of me in the context of being nice to me — as if she was so distracted keeping her story straight that she didn’t really have time to care all that much about me.
The things I remember about the encounter — she seemed very distracted, she was quite polite and she seemed to hold me in a great deal of contempt. I suppose the contempt part comes from both the obvious — we did meet at a strip club, after all — and the less obvious: she saw me as just an extra in her “method acting” preparation for some role down the road.
I think. That seems to make the most sense
