• This isn’t just another phototastic moment of the econopocalypse.  No!  Rather, this is a post about one of my former co-workers being on the cover of the lowest common denominator of free morning subway commute reading, AM New York! (This link to the full issue PDF.)  I’ll give you a hint: He’s not the dude gorging on cheesecake or splurging on a day a the spa…
As it turns out, the photo is actually from another local news story about VIP Gentlemen’s Club in Chelsea, where one can partake in a $1000 lapdance and remember Wall Street’s better days. I’m not even going to speculate as to how Charlie managed to finegale his way into that dance that comes with [wait for it] a signed g-string!  Yay, evidence!
The only way I could justify $1000 for a lap dance is if it’s $20 a dance with a three song minumum, and then you get a $940 bar tab for the 15 other dudes you must have brought with you to rub in their face that you just got a $1000 lap dance.

    This isn’t just another phototastic moment of the econopocalypse.  No!  Rather, this is a post about one of my former co-workers being on the cover of the lowest common denominator of free morning subway commute reading, AM New York! (This link to the full issue PDF.)  I’ll give you a hint: He’s not the dude gorging on cheesecake or splurging on a day a the spa…

    As it turns out, the photo is actually from another local news story about VIP Gentlemen’s Club in Chelsea, where one can partake in a $1000 lapdance and remember Wall Street’s better days. I’m not even going to speculate as to how Charlie managed to finegale his way into that dance that comes with [wait for it] a signed g-string!  Yay, evidence!

    The only way I could justify $1000 for a lap dance is if it’s $20 a dance with a three song minumum, and then you get a $940 bar tab for the 15 other dudes you must have brought with you to rub in their face that you just got a $1000 lap dance.