Did you watch the Grammy's? I did. It was riveting. It left me pondering so many things. Things like why is Kanye never at awards ceremonies when he gets honored with an award but is at all of the ones that don't give him awards? Why do they keep cutting to Jay-Z sitting in his chair? Are we to believe that watching him breathe is more interesting then the over-the-top performance that Beyonce is putting on? Why is Jamie Foxx so well loved? Can't anyone else tell he's annoying and self-important?
But if you could put all of this aside (I know it's difficult but I believe you can) and examine with me the most important thing that the Grammy's have shed a light on? No, it isn't Haiti relief or even that Michael Jackson has achieved posthumous induction into the Icon Hall of Fame, also known as People Who Get Treated Like Gods. No, the issue that the Grammy's have shed a light on is the mistreatment of strippers.
Why is it that when millionaires take the stage in little more then ace bandages, dump water on themselves, roll in dirt and fall to their knees and bounce up and down to the beat of the music it's called performance art? When middle class people do these things, they are called exotic dancers, but when poor people do it, they are strippers? Why should they be looked down upon because they draw a smaller crowd or get their outfits from Fredrick's of Hollywood? I really think that someone should put an end to this discrimination. So I'm taking a page out of Michael Jackson's song book and starting with the man in the mirror. From here on out, I will be referring to strippers as "Economically Challenged Millionaires" and I hope you'll do the same. I refuse to live in a society that is so full of discrimination toward poor people that take off their clothes for entertainment. I hope you'll join me in this...fight? Together we can make a difference.
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