The line is crossed, and it’s crossed daily:The struggles of female bartenders
Back in the ’90s, Allegra Lucier had an exhausting bartending gig at a rock bar in the East Village. Night after night, she got hit on.
“So this one gentleman passed me a note one evening, and I was like, ‘I’m not doing this,’ and I passed the note back. He passed it again, I passed it back, he passed it again, and I was like, ‘If you want me to get you a drink, I’ll get you a drink — other than that . . . leave me alone.’ He passed the note again. And I’m like, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to get this person kicked out.’ I’m so sick of it. So I open the note: Hello. I am deaf.”