HEY SHAKE THAT BOOTY, GET DOWN & DO THAT DOOTAY!!

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere 
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere 

Rockin' everywhere, Rockin everywhere.....

I found you MS NEW BOOTY

Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playas club for 'bout a monff or 2
Put his hand on it then see what he do

                                   (Bubba Sparxx f/Ying Yang Twins)

Speakers blaring and bass bouncing to the clapping of a big 52-inch butt jiggling to the sounds is the way that many males wish and love to spend a weekend night. The sound of the music, not to mention the sights of the bodies gyrating to the sounds, is a lullaby that will rock many a male into a slumber of peeling off dollars from their roll of ones wrapped under two or three twenty dollar bills and their losing of all respect for a female. The strip club is a place to hang out, get away from the bump and grind of the everyday and enjoy the sounds and relax...right? How many ladies will tell their significant other to go hang at one of these clubs and not feel a certain uneasiness about that decision? Now, with the answer being understood, the next question is why? He is just going to hang out with his friends and have a shot or two or three of Henny and then come home to me! Why would a woman feel unsure about agreeing that her b/f (boyfriend) or hubby can visit this establishment without concern of what occurs when he is there or be upset when she discovers that this is where he has been?

Pay close attention ladies as I am about to hip y'all to some insider information that you otherwise would not be privy too, although you probably intuitionally (my new made-up word) know already! When we go to the strip club we are going for a reason. True enough very man loves watching Cherokee D'Ass, Mowett Ryder, Beaty Dior or Ms. Cleo shake what their momma gave 'em but it goes deeper than that (thats what she said (guys will get that))! It is not to listen to music....just to hang out...just to watch the girls and drink...or just to get away and have some quiet time! Personally i am not a fan of the strip club or of strippers as I think it's a waste of money to go see a woman jiggle around on stage, go back to a small room ad have her slide all over you with the germs and juices from her last ten, two minute dances and then go back to the table -$30.00. I have bills to pay and gas to put in my car and if I'm paying a stripper then one or both of those things is going to have to go. Now, I understand that strippers must make a living also but if I am paying a womans bills she damn well better be my wife, a family member or one of those woman on the lat night infomercial that you sponsor! 

Most men frequent the strip club because honestly it is one of the ways to be able to shop for a willing participant to some unattached sex. Whether married or in a relationship there are men that get the urge for some "strange" as they call it. You have basically three choices: 

1. Call an ex.

2. Call an escort or ride around to the prostitution block of town (normally MLK wherever you      

    live).

3. Go to the strip club and window shop.

Now option #1 is a strike most of the time because thats an ex so although you may have been apart for some time she still isn't "strange". Option #2 is too expensive with an escort and most men are cheap. Option#2 is also unattractive in the sense of saying prostitute makes US feel cheap and sort of scummy. That brings us to option #3...the skripp club! this is the normal winner because we can go there and shop like at a brothel as their is always a Baskin-Robbins assortment of pleasure on display. It may cost you a little...it may cost you a lot...but either way it's gonna cost ya. Once the choices made then it's time to get down to business in the Champagne Room where the bartering will begin. The cheaper the establishment, the cheaper and more wide open the action is going to be inside of the club.

Over 2.400 strip cubs exist in the U.S and they employ over 200,00 women. 200,00!! Can you believe that there are that many women that will degrade themselves on a nightly basis just to have someone "make it rain" on them and push money that has been God only knows where into her available orifices as they cop a cheap feel? I have befriended some women and men that have been or are strippers and they seem to be some of the loneliest people around. The woman don't like men and the men don't like women and I wonder then why do what you do? The answer is always the same...Money, money, money monayyy....MONAYYY!!! I have done some strange things in my time and it hasn't ever been for cash (that I can remember) so I don't agree with the subscription that they strip only for the duckets, the dinero, the cream, the Benjamins, the cheddah, the simoleons, the moolah, the dolla-dolla bills y'all! I think strippers are attention whores that simply want the attention from whomever seems to be available at 2am with no life and a pocket full of 1's. Some strippers would strip for the approval of "how good I and my body look" as they are empty inside. The fact that a person has to pay to look at me grease a pole with my sweat and tears is so self-serving to a stripper that it makes them feel good about themselves until they go back to the dingy, crowded locker room loaded with boas and size 5 stilettos and look in the mirror at how life has defeated them and they haven't even made it 40. They don't strip for the money...they strip for the adoration that their "clients" pay them by faithfully coming in every night or weekend to see them "perform". They are the only one that  knows what their life outside of the club entails.

I hear younger people frequently saying that they have a dream of stripping when they turn 18. It makes me wonder why is THAT a dream? Out of all the other things in life you could be, you choose pole-gyrator as #1 on your list? It's amazing how even as young adults that the already blurred decision making is so driven by the vision of money. When that so called dream is reached then what happens? You strip until your body AND looks fail, until gravity sets in to those once youthful, bouncy parts of your body, until you cant make enough money to pay your rent and keep your lights on, you lose your regulars to the new "pert" dancer that has started at the club last week or until you finish paying your way thru college? Whatever the answer is, it is still the wrong answer! 

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