Stripper Does a Naked Pole Dance on a Public Bus
Australia - Public transport users have been warned about offensive behaviour after a female passenger stripped naked on a bus.
Dumbfounded commuters watched as she performed a pole dance, with the bizarre act captured by security cameras.
The woman boarded the bus to Bondi Junction and sat down with a friend before getting up to perform an impromptu strip show.
After completing the performance she asks bemused passengers for a donation. …
The show did not impress NSW Transport Minister Andrew Constance.
“People should just get on board, behave, and get off. You know, it’s that simple,” he said.
“They don’t need people behaving like clowns on their buses.”
On a certain level I’m surprising myself by saying this, but I’m with the transportation bureaucrat on this one. We don’t need people acting like clowns on buses. Nor do we need them acting like strippers on buses. And that also goes for subways, planes, our national rail system. If there is a form of public transportation, you should not be stripping on it.
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That goes especially for buses, the lowest form of public transit. People ride buses for one reason and one reason only: desperation. No one rides a bus unless they are at the absolute lowest point of their existence. If you ever want to see what hopelessness looks like expressed on a human face, skip the prisons, refugee facilities or North Korean forced labor camps. Instead, just stand at a bus stop, wait for the vehicle to stop and open its doors and step inside. Van Gogh once shocked the world and gave it a look into the level of his demented genius by painting The Night Cafe, and his depiction of utter sadness and despair didn’t come close to capturing what you’ll be witness to.
People on a bus just want to be left alone to silently contemplate their existence. They don’t want to see your vagina. The perkiness of your nipples might bring joy to the patrons of a nudie bar. But to bus riders, it’s merely a reminder of the futility of their lives. And asking for donations afterwards is just … well, it’s just cruel.
So button up, anonymous stripper. Nobody wants to be subjected to your lady parts. Not in that setting. Or as Seinfeld put it so perfectly, there’s the good naked, then there’s the bad naked.
You, madam, were definitely being the bad naked.