So I was directed to a fascinating article about a former Dallas Morning News writer named Michael Precker who, frustrated by the journalism business, chose a new profession: Strip club manager.
This wasn’t just some writer for the Podunk Gazette. Precker was working for one of the top newspapers in the country; he covered international affairs and was nominated for the Pulitzer. After a while, however, he got frustrated and left.
I understand that frustration. Really, I do.
Then, however, I went to the website for Precker’s club. I beg of you, watch the two clips at the intro. Was journalism really that bad?
I’ve been to four or five strip joints in my lifeâ€”once out of curiosity (The Tool Shed in Jacksonville), one for a birthday party, twice or three times for bachelor parties. I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of strip clubs (Well, I am. But it is a free country, and at least they’re regulated to some degree). What I can say, with 100-percent certainty, is there is NOTHING “gentlemanly” about a place where men go to watch women gyrate on polls.
That said, I did stay at a Holiday Inn once.