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This is the strangest column Phil Stanford has even written for the Tribune (and yes, I’m counting those indecipherable columns he’s always filing about the underbelly of ancient Portland).
He spills a lot of ink on Viva Las Vegas today—with a weird angle that essentially boils down to “most strippers are just a pretty face, but here’s one purdy lady with a brain!”
On a Rose Festival weekend, all roads lead from the waterfront to Mary’s Club on Southwest Broadway — and, boy, do those visiting sailors have a surprise in store for them this time.Because up there on the stage, sashaying around in the all-together, there’s this lovely young woman called Viva Las Vegas who seems determined to draw them into some sort of meaningful conversation.
And not just, “Hey, where are you guys from?” or “Where’re you stationed?” but questions about what they’ve been doing in Portland, how they like their work.
In other words, just the sort of back-and-forth you might expect if you were waiting in line at a coffee shop — but, of course, all the while she’s up there dancing, posing, smiling her way through her routine. Sometimes the nude dancing seems almost an afterthought.
I was so happy to read "Viva Las Vegas," thinking that the post was going to be about the hilarious show that used to run on Comedy Central. Oh well.
That pussy's got 'em dizzy.
Phil's the new Maggi White.
Amidst the depressing and yet unwritten history of Portland shoppers (where's a PSU PhD candidate when you need one!) you've missed The Downtowner and it's troublemaker - Maggi White.
Don't snorkle folks, time will be over for you too someday and the kids will laugh behind your back. Maggi's demise was long and trivial and silly and demented and published every week in The Downtowner, which was basically the Mercury without poop jokes or bondage ads.
How long till someone complains that Phil's writing about going to strip clubs in a family newspaper?
RE: Maggi White/D.K. Holm Rubbish
Talk about throwing stones in glass houses; that diatribe was poorly written, poorly punctuated, incoherent and overall, a pain to read. No thanks for the link.
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Wow, that's one of the most embarassing things I've ever read. It's bad enough when dudes delude themselves into thinking they have a chance with strippers, but when they go home and write newspaper columns about how smart and cool said stripper is, and how much they "get" the stripper—that's just cringe-worthy.