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Most top nightclubs wouldn’t even let her past the front door unless she comes with many more thin, pretty friends. Even so, girls like her can get rejected while their ‘friends’ are let inside. I saw one get rejected on her own birthday and left alone outside. I can’t imagine how bad that felt.

They also don’t allow men inside at all unless they bring a greater number of thin, pretty girls or pay hundreds of dollars in advance for table service.

The club scene is all about money and magazine looks. Men paying out the nose for overpriced drinks to be surrounded by stupid pretty women. The music is usually too loud to talk to one another so all that matters is looks and ‘looking rich’.

If you don’t like it, change your looks or don’t go to places made for shallow people. Do things and meet people where other things matter. I have never been a fan of clubs and usually only go if a friend is performing.

There was a time in my life when I hit the bars seven nights a week, drank a great deal and closed them down every night, and I'd go to all sorts of places. The clubs you describe are alright for special occasions, for weekends and such, but they're too expensive and too uptight to ever be anybody’s regular spot, outside of coke addled young stockbrokers and the hookers that follow in their wake.

Of the real bars, the neighborhood places, the dives, the biker joints and such, there are a few who would quite happily let her up there, but she'd be at the mercy of the patrons sidled up to watch the impromptu show.

The things I've seen that I'd like to unsee as a result, well, call it an expensive education on the seedier side of life. Women hairier than me stripping, sixty year olds in dresses with no undergarments, and even obese women, especially in low rent redneck sorts of places, you know, where every woman in the place outweighs you except for the crackheads, and every one of them either just got a tat or is just about to get a new one.

I saw a very large woman who had had numerous tequila shots jump up on a pedestal table and promptly collapse it, on Christmas Eve once, years ago.

Good thing she was drunk off her @$$, that might’ve hurt. The owner did stop allowing that, from then on, so there is some fear of liability shining dimly through the haze of alcohol and substance abuse.

Maybe that's why the Apostle Paul appeals to me so now, he was quite the sinner but repented, was forgiven and went on to do great things for the Lord. I've had much to repent myself.

If you don’t like it, change your looks or don’t go to places made for shallow people.

The movie, Shallow Hal captured it well.

After I saw it; I came to realize how shallow I was!

Try changing decades of stupidity in yourself!