What’s up with this new generation of strippers?
(Have you noticed this?)

Seriously? They don’t even strip anymore… It’s like ‘now’ it’s a choice or something–”Maybe, just maybe I’ll take my top off. Maybe.”
I mean if I wanted to see some girl walk around with no shirt on, I’d just assume stay at home. (There’s no cover charge, no drink minimum and I know the girl’s going to be clean.)

The whole point of going to a strip club is to see them hang upside down (naked) from that center stage pole by their stiletto heels. It’s like, “Come on, work for it, honey…”
And if you’re fortunate enough to witness pole tricks, god bless you because for the most part, the pole seems to go untouched these days. I mean, sure–they’ll grab the pole with their arms and push off of it to get some sort movement (or a little spin) going, but that’s hardly impressive. It’s just lazy. It’s like using the railing to pull yourself up the stairs when you’re too tired (or drunk) to make it on your own. I mean, if I had a dime for every time I’ve yelled out, “The pole, Cinnamon! The pole!” I’d be a rich woman.

Strippers and apathy do not a healthy combination make. (Am I right?) I think we should organize. You know, get a movement going. Lazy strippers no mas. Not on my watch.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 at 8:30 pm.