Kansas felt some pressing need to apologize for Snoop Dogg's pole-dancer-laden show. Pole-dancers: Apologize for nothing! I was 17. ’N Sync was in town at the SAP Center, and my best friend and I quickly got tickets. The high-pitched screams of 20,000 teenage girls were deafening. I screamed as loud as I could for my main man JT, but it was drowned out by my raging jealousy. “Why do they get to be onstage! That should be me! One day it’s gonna be me!” I tried to enjoy myself, but I was so angry that they were having the moment up there I was sure I should be having. Little did I know that my Christian-club, cover-the-cleavage-and-never-said-a-swearword self would be getting two calls 18 years later. Calls to just, you know, see what I was doing on Saturday night. Why? Well, because Snoop Dogg needed pole-dancers. |