Male Stripping During Grad School

Grad students do all sorts of funny things on the side to make money. There are the mandatory grad school bands, the bartenders, the tutors, proctor exams, house sit, and a few of us blog ... but this guy really takes the cake:

In the 90s, a typical night for Craig Seymour included G-strings, elbow grease, and dollar bills in his socks.

waiiiiiiit a minute... who shoves dollar bills in socks?! was this a foot fetish club?
Dollar bills go in the G-String!

ok ok... back to the quote:

Between sets at Washington, D.C.'s gay strip clubs - unique institutions while they lasted, where hands-on experiences were encouraged -- he graded papers, "red pen in hand."

"The truth was that stripping had long called out to me. It offered something different from my grad school grind of dealing with students, grading papers, and sitting through seemingly endless seminars."

So Seymour writes in his new memoir, All I Could Bare: My Life in the Strip Clubs of Gay Washington, D.C. (Atria, 2008),

One would think that Craig would have issues getting a job after all that grinding and gyrating, but evidently (especially since he published a book and he's an journalism prof) his job prospects are pretty damn good. He's starting a new job at Northern Illinois University as an associate professor of journalism. Hey if Craig can get a tenured job after swinging his pecker around the stage it makes me feel a bit better about blogging and getting a job later ;)

I wonder if Craig keeps in stripper shape? It seems like it would be good exercise!

-via Inside Higher Ed-