PERHAPS it’s just me, but it appears as if standards in the gentlemen’s entertainment business have fallen somewhat since the murder of Lolly Jackson, the strip club boss.
Jackson ran a tight ship. Those women who escaped his clutches, for he really was a human trafficker and did keep them prisoner, spoke of paying thousands of rands in fines for such minor transgression as cutting fingernails too short, putting on weight or not having a proper G-string tan.
It is not unreasonable, then, to suggest the “professional street dancers”, as they call themselves, who performed for inmates at the Johannesburg Correctional Centre as part of a Youth Month celebration may not have passed muster as far as Jackson was concerned, and perhaps we should leave it at that.
Photographs from this event have circulated on social media. In one, a dancer in a teddy and boots appears to be hugging an inmate. In another image, three similarly-dressed women appear to be strip-searching a prisoner (which is maybe not an unusual occurrence in a prison, you’d think.)
Some news reports described these images as “explicit”, which is stretching it a bit. There’s way more exposed flesh at the beach. Perhaps journalists really do need to get out a bit more and leave the phony hysteria to Bell Pottinger.
What does however alarm us, here at the Mahogany Ridge, is the amount of bile and phlegm this incident has generated.