Stripalicious
The word “stripper” is being thrown around a lot lately. First it was the headline making news that an American Idol finalist worked as a “man of the night” at an Arizona strip club. *gasp*. Then we were all taken by surprise when New York Governor Elliot Spitzer had his exploits with a call girl blasted across prime time television. It seems that our friends form the seedy underground are making quite the stir in national news circuits. But what will that mean for us regular, non clothes-removing-for-money shmoes who are trying to eek by on underpaid wages and ebay sales? Should we all give a little more thought to joining the escort industry? Here are a few reasons why stripping for cash might just be your ladder to financial success.
Take a Look At Vanessa Williams
So, what does it take to become a successful street walker? If we look at famous hookers throughout time, they all have one common thread; nudity. And in some cases, high profile nudity. Take the case of Vanessa Williams. She was crowned Miss America back in 1984 and quickly dethroned due to some questionable* photos published in Penthouse Magazine. Now, take a break and see how many former Miss Americas you can name on one finger. If you have more than no fingers up, chances are you’re either gay or a big fat party animal. And you don’t look like a big fat party animal to me. Anywho, Vanessa Williams. She’s now a respected singer, recorder, and entertainer. She even sang at Arnold Schwarzenegger gubernatorial swear in. So point number one: if you’re going into the stripping business, make sure to “leak” some photos of yourself to top publishers. And then become Miss America.
*totally nudy
Remember Diablo Cody?
Alright, so you’re on your way to increasing your income by taking off your clothes for money. Way to go. Slut. Now all you need to do is publish a best selling book about your past exploits. Diablo Cody of “Juno” fame started her career as a stripper. Well, sort of. She actually went to college and got a job, and then decided to apply at the local “house of ill repute”. Smart use of an education. Really. But then she put her poll dancing days to good use and wrote “Candy Girl: A Year in The Life of an Unlikely Stripper”, a memoir of gettin’ down. She made lots o’ dinero , as the Irish say, with that little publication. So lesson number two: use your naked experiences to write best selling books all the boring “day-jobbers” will read with secret envy.
So Sally Forth You Army of the Night
Now that you’re armed with the savvy business tactics to turn your bathroom mirror striptease into easy cash, go out there and make it big. Start small and within weeks you will be rolling in the dough as large steroid infested men drop pealed grapes into your mouth. Hey, it worked for Jennifer Flowers…kind of. And just remember: if the governor of a large state calls you for “services”, over charge him and then post your exploits on MySpace. You never know when that big press pay-off will come a callin’.$$

March 14th, 2008 at 5:31 am
too funny, love the picture at the end.
March 14th, 2008 at 7:12 am
I don’t know; I seem to remember plenty of nudity on the second floor of our place, but as far as I can tell, neither of us have won an Oscar, sang at a gubernatorial inauguration, or become infamous for any reason, unless you count your world wide web fame as a blogger infamous.
March 15th, 2008 at 6:42 pm
I haven’t worn pants for years . . .
March 17th, 2008 at 4:48 pm
The word “blown-up-able” has been thrown around a lot lately . . .
March 22nd, 2008 at 1:33 am
Hey, umm I hate to make it rain on your stripping parade (yes, pun intended) but your jibberish seems to be incoherent rubbish. I mean, you lump honest, hard working strippers in with prostitutes. This is simply unacceptable. As an amateur stripper myself, I am appaled at the allegations that this beautiful art, and yes it is an art form – the way they do a little dance on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah they do a little dance on the catwalk, its inspirational!! – is the same as something thats as immoral and completely wrong – unless you are in love, drunk, a teenager, or a drunken teenager – as knockin’ boots. You should be ashamed!
March 22nd, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Good point D Wrek. I salute your amateur efforts and encourage further experimentation. It is an art, and you are Van Gogh. Now go, create.