The other day at work a commercial came on between songs that was so unique I had to reassess and make sure it was real. A local strip club was having a commercial – radio commercials on “man” stations are all male performance related, balding treatments or strip clubs. This one, though, was for the ladies…if they were pregnant. They’re hosting a local pregnant lady strip contest. Yes, you read correctly!
The commercial went on and on about the prizes, including car seats, gift cards, etc. Even a $1500 top prize. Ah, yes, how lovely a moment, moms, when you can look at your toddler and tell him or her, “Well, I’m glad you’re having fun on your bouncy chair. Mommy got that when you were in my belly! All I had to do was disrobe while with child, in front of your father and a bunch of other guys I’ve never met, some who probably visited some rather specific and socially unacceptable websites! Glad you enjoy that toy, sweetie!”
I mean, whatever happened to the good ol’ days, when gentlemen’s clubs stuck to jello wrestling? I say that example because I was booked at a bar once in rural Ohio. The owner shook our hands, then proclaimed, “I’ll warn ya, the floor is pretty sticky onstage, we had us some jello wrastlin’ last night and no one cleaned it up yet.” That’s when I knew I had made it. I can’t wait to tell that story at my high school reunion. Take that, Randy! You said I would never make it in show business!
