Theory of existence/order that equates your normal, run of the mill strip club with a pyramid. All the players on this tawdry stage have their own corresponding level on the pyramid. At the bottom or broad base are the customers, who make up the largest faction. Next up are the dancers themselves--numbering slightly less than the patrons. A little further up the "food chain"(although in many case they get less perceivable respect than the dancers) are the support staff(bartenders, waitresses, D.J.s, valets,& bouncers, etc., etc.) Above them are the "image pimping" establishment of managers(shift bosses, house moms, whatever the fuck you call them). Finally at the apex or very tiptop sits the OWNER(or "GOD" as some of these ass clowns really perceive themselves). The general mechanics of this theory are that desire, respect, and most of all money tend to flow up the pyramid(though sometimes staff do catch shit) while abuse, scorn, and bullshit tend to flow downward. What makes this theory somewhat important is that it is the basis of understanding(and often the circumstance calling into existence)utilized by that cunning genus of outlaw known as the STRIPPER FUCKER who, by his very existence, is in direct opposition to the triangle theory(though he utilizes it to his advantage at times)and would be viewed as a threat by all factions the strip club establishment if they could pull their collective heads out of their asses, put their egos and petty jealousies aside for one brief moment, get over themselves, quit plotting against each other and work together. Which of course WILL NEVER HAPPEN!!
I did not make the TRIANGLE THEORY up. Somebody at the other end of the bar pointed it out to me once(after I bagged my first stripper) and I started taking a good hard look at what the fuck was really going on inside my favorite strip club. Sorta like that guy who came up with that"INTELLECTUAL WHORES" business a while back. It worked for that guy, me, and probably other dyed in the wool STRIPPER FUCKERS out there. All I know is the shit exists and the sooner you recognize it, the sooner you'll be leaving with the help after closing time instead of heading home to Rosy Palm with a lighter wallet!!