Reflections of a Rookie Stripper Judge
Please note: This article is published as an archive copy from Philadelphia City Paper. My City Paper is not affiliated with Philadelphia City Paper. Philadelphia City Paper was an alternative weekly newspaper in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The last edition was published on October 8, 2015.
Beloved ex-City Paper writer Juliet Fletcher wrote a little something for Tue Night about the time she judged the Diamond G-String Contest at Delilah's Den.
Beloved ex-City Paper writer Juliet Fletcher wrote a little something for Tue Night about the time she judged the Diamond G-String Contest at Delilah's Den.
I never saw the Diamond G-String with my own eyes, and I’m not sure if it truly exists.
As prizes go, among prizes for getting naked at least, this alleged jeweled garment has the draw and cachet of a netherworld tiara.
Given every year by a club in Philadelphia — the kind where “gentlemen” appear in quotes alongside “dancers” — this win crowns one girl above the rest.
Forget, for a second, any glass-beaded lingerie. Holding the title alone, she can up her earnings, command more. Bank on prime-time slots on stage, better placement in the floor rounds.
Choose her as a winner, and you can change that stripper’s year. (An intervention that appeals to many of the kind of people who don’t actually frequent strip clubs.)
I say all this only before you ask — so, what kind of connoisseur gets to award this prize?
Who gets to determine what’s hot and coveted by strip-club goers for a whole 12 months?
Well, one year, I did.
Laugh/cry/read the whole thing here. (NSFW unless you work at a strip club maybe.)
