and being a mascot is not going to help me get no
boyfriend, so I can’t do it.”Dean: “$50, Haddish, and that’s the most I can do, and
you’re going to have to bring the candy receipts.”Tiffany: “You got it. You got it, Mr. Dean.”Boom! I was getting paid $50 a game my senior year. I
had my hair and nails done, too.
• • •Being paid to be a mascot was cool and all, but what was
really cool was that it got me my mrst real paying
entertainment job.
I became an “energy producer” at Bar Mitzvahs. Energy
producer is what white suburban people call a “hype man.” I
was basically the Flava Flav of Bar Mitzvahs.
I used to get that party cracking. And eventually, I got
into MCing and DJing. I did it for eleven years. I did over
five hundred Bar Mitzvahs.
It started when I was at a school dance. I was tearing it
up. ͳere was a big circle around me, ’cause I was dancing
and having fun with people and all that. Whenever I party,
man, there’s always a circle. ͳey was like, “Go Tiĉany! Go
Tiffany!”
ͳe school dance had a professional DJ. He came up to
me afterwards: