Old Strippers Never Die, They Just Use Less Body Glitter

It's not often we stumble across a story about a stripper who is old enough to be our grandmother, but to find two in one day—well, that just makes us think of our own aging relatives and that always kills the mood. It also makes us wonder if we'll still be blogging when we're 80, because the side-by-side tales of two strippers still shaking their goods for audiences past the age of 75 teaches us that if you find a job you're really good at, you might be stuck there for awhile. Maybe they've stopped doing acrobatic pole maneuvers—but if you strutted your stuff for Frank Sinatra and banged Elvis before he was bloated, you can pretty much call your own shots. More »