being a mom
There’s Milk And Cookies In The Champagne Room! Mom Hires Strippers For Son’s Sweet Sixteen
When my son turned 16-years-old, we finally got him a cell phone, and a sweater. We took him out to dinner and got him one of those ice cream cakes with chocolate crunchies in it. This mom in New York is a much cooler mom than I am because she got her son strippers and lap dances, and she may be going to prison for a year because of it. D’oh! She should have just gotten her darling baby boy an iPhone. From NY Daily News:
A New York mother has been charged with five counts of endangering the welfare of a child after she allegedly hired two strippers to perform lap dances on the guests at her sonâ€™s 16th birthday party.
Judy Viger, 33, hired the women from a company called Tops in Bottoms and arranged for them to perform in a private room at the Spare Time Bowling Center in South Glens Falls on Nov. 3.
At the party, the women performed what police describe as â€œpersonal and intimateâ€ dances with the party guests, some of whom were as young as 13.
Approximately 80 people attended the party, including a 13-year-old and many adults who later said they were outraged at the sexually charged performances.
Oh man, 13-year-old guests? That’s awful. Those kids would have been just as happy with a bouncy inflatable castle as they were with silicone-inflated bouncy…castles. And with 80 party guests in attendance, you would think one of the adults there would have spoken up between the third play of Ginuwine‘s Pony and suggested the kids break a piÃ±ata or something.
I know planning birthday parties for kids can be a total hassle and it gets worse when they are older, but strippers? Shouldn’t that be something kids do when they turn 21 and their parents don’t have to witness them being gyrated on by some chick with a stage name like Stormy and divorce dust sprinkled all over her cleavage? Is nothing sacred anymore? I have no issue with strip clubs. I think if someone is dumb enough to pay a $20 cover charge and spend $12 on overpriced domestic beer all to listen to slow jamz and watch the ladies get naked, that’s their business. Strippers work really freaking hard and have to deal with the creepiest of creeps a lot of the time. But that’s something people should discover on their own, not because Mommy purchased them some dancing ladies for their birthday in the back room of a bowling alley. This is a kid’s birthday for Blaze Starr‘s sake, not a bachelor party.