Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.

Women across the country who have found themselves jobless are clamoring to be the next star of the stage– the stage with poles, that is.

Gentlmeman’s club owners claim there has been an huge increase in applicants, due to the recent economy. And they’re not just your typical stripper-wannabes. They are wannabes with a college degree and an actual job history.

One woman, Rebecca Brown, went from making a couple G’s a week at her restuarant job — to a couple grand a night.

I mean, I get it. I’ve definitely thought about it, as I tear apart my couch cushions looking for change so I can get the value meal at Taco Bell. To make anywhere from $100,000- $300,000 CASH a year? Minus taxes? Without the annoying office cublicles and headache-inducing flourescent lights? Come on! I could pay off my credit card, my student loans, buy a car– all just for giving lonely men what they want. A little T & A action.

But, that’s usually when my day-dreaming ends. The thought of desperate men making creepy faces at me while I do my best Gypsy Rose Lee impression makes me sick. I can’t even deal with the scumbags at the local bar — and that’s with my clothes ON.

Besides that, I’d like to have kids one day. Hate for them to find out Mommy used to be a “dancer” named Purity.

But that’s just me.

But as for you other ladies, I really hope that G-string money brings you the happiness and security you so well deserve in life.

Tags: job security, sex, stripping