No, I’m not moonlighting down at Th’ Catch (a real strip joint in Knoxville) or the Boobie Bungalow ( a real strip joint between here and the Alabama line). But I do have a stripper name.
So do you.
You’re supposed to take the name of your pet and the name of the street you live on. I fudge the rules a little and allow any combination of pet and street name.
I think Kitty Churchill would be kind of a high-end stipper, maybe more of a Las Vegas showgirl with a huge headdress of ostrich feathers. It would also be a good name for a Bond girl.
I went through several combinations before I landed on this one. At my age, there are a lot of pet names and a lot of streets to choose from.
Spice Breckinridge is a possibility, but I think that sounds more porn star than stripper.
Or, I could be Smoky White, it has a nice juxtaposition of light and dark. Smoky White is probably only stripping to pay her way through Harvard–that’s why she knows words like juxtaposition.
Zoe Lake Park is Asian and makes a mean moo shu.
These were all names that I considered.
There is one name though, that, while legitimate, didn’t make the cut. It would only be my stripper name if I worked in a German stalag:
Brunella Hen Peck Lane.
Not too many Deutsche Marks tucked in that g-string.