The following is a Magick Sandwich Public Service Announcement:
Are you freaking kidding me? With all due respect to the young lady pictured and her strategic use of fishnet, I question the wisdom of nymag.com emailing this to me. Yeah, that's right--New York Magazine!
Forget about the misspelling. I would be disappointed if there weren't at least one. This competition is "In celebration of S.P.I.N. Single Parents in Need." What does that mean, exactly, other than that the sponsors are not donating the box office returns to the group? Apparently, it's not a charity but is a good cause for celebration, since without single parents in need, there would be no pole dancers, right? Or fewer: there would still be girls working their way through college and/or feeding their dope habits. And the legitimate dancers waiting for their big break.
As for the hostess, Jenna Morasca, I'm not surprised to see the Survivor alumna as mistress of ceremonies. Judging the competition are Cris Judd, choreographer and ex-Mr. Jennifer Lopez; Diana Passage, slumming philanthropist and patron of the arts; and...Jason Patric? Dude, why? You can act. You have a career. You don't need to pay to see p***y on a pole. Did you lose a bet?
By the way, I have a suggestion for a sponsor, tailor-made for this event. "This skankfest is brought to you by PURELL®." Whaddya think?
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Labels: absurdity, Jason Patric, kathcom, magick sandwich, New York magazine, pole dancing competition, pole superstar, Sex World, single parents, skank, strippers, stupid shit
