“More feather and rhinestones! Better lighting! Bigger production value! Striptease burlesque was invented in America, so it’s not any different. … If you read anything Gypsy Rose Lee ever wrote, she liked being called a stripper. That word was used back then. I don’t really need any fancy terminology to describe what I do. I never correct someone when they say, ‘She’s a stripper.’ I’m like, ‘Yeah, I am.’ I am proud of what I do.”
— Dita Von Teese is right, of course. Stripping is stripping. But I also found her explanation overly simplistic. I know several burlesque performers, as well as several strippers, and my impression is that burlesque usually begins as a “past time” or “hobby” that involves spending a lot of money on costumes, shoes, hair and makeup, and it can turn into a full-time job for only a select few. My impression of stripping is that it is a full-time job, or a part-time job during school (or whatever), which women get into out of economic necessity more so than a “hobby.” I do not look down on strippers — in fact, one of my fave Frisky commenters is a former stripper! — but I’m definitely more into watching burlesque! [TimeOut London] Keep reading »
“I did it as a joke, for some friends at first. But a guy in the bar we were in spotted me and hired me for the next day. I was so bad, I did it to ‘Leave Your Hat On’, and I had to get my mother and sister to cheer me on.”
– Javier Bardem confesses that before he was an Oscar-winning actor (he’s also nominated again this year for “Biutiful”), husband to Penelope Cruz, and father to their newborn baby, he was a stripper. I would really, really appreciate some video evidence of his act being unearthed and posted to YouTube. This could do more to resurrect Tom Jones’ career than “The Full Monty.” [Bumpshack] Keep reading »
I don’t watch “Maury,” so I missed this remarkable video when it aired, but if you can work the pole better than Lil’ Mama, aka Amber, who likely has one less leg than you, seeing as she only has one, and you probably have two, I’d like to see it. According to the accompanying story, Amber was on the show to meet up with an old flame, her high school sweetheart, and she wanted to show him how she could work it, work it as a dancer. I don’t know how that romantic reunion panned out, but TV Squad reports, “she didn’t let her prosthetic leg get in the way of her hot body action.” You go, girl! [TV Squad] Keep reading »
Earlier this month, the Admiral Theater in Chicago hosted a contest to decide who is the best stripper version of Sarah Palin
— and there was more hooting and hollering than at a Tea Party Rally! Stars and stripes and baby oil forever! [Dangerous Minds
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Oh Martha. Martha, Martha, Martha. We didn’t know you had it in you. The prim and proper talk show hostess with the mostess invited S Factor striptease instructor, Sheila Kelley, on her show yesterday and had the nerve to take to the
poll pole [Sorry folks. Early morning. Sigh. -- Editor] herself. There’s video after the jump, but I just adore the joyful look on Martha’s face in this photo. Keep reading »
Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here today to remember our dear friend pole dancing.
Beloved by frat boys, horny old men, and starlets in desperate need of attention, pole dancing may have enjoyed decades more of life had not Miley Cyrus pole-danced at the Teen Choice Awards last night. Keep reading »
There’s a reason men are not allowed to touch strippers. Florida resident Michael Ireland was promptly (and rightfully) kicked in the head after forcefully slapping the butt of stripper Sakeena Shageer, aka “Suki,” at Cheetah nightclub in West Palm Beach last September. Ireland is now suing the club—he says the kick broke some bones and gave him permanent double vision, though the Cheetah’s owner denies that “little Suki” could have done that much damage. Hey, at least with his vision, Ireland’s next strip club visit will be a 2-for-1 show.
Strip clubs get sued all the time and often for equally wonky reasons. After the jump, some other ridiculous XXX lawsuits. And yes, many of them involve lucite heels. Keep reading »
“So let me get this straight? You’ve been a stripper for the past eight years and you’ve never slept with anyone during that entire time?” Blair, my co-worker at the strip club, asked.
“I know, it sounds really weird,” I said. “I just haven’t. Maybe its guilt from my Italian Catholic upbringing.”
“Kiersten, how is that possible? Come on, that can’t be true,” Blair replied. Keep reading »