Last Friday’s TNP had an article on door bitches.
Brilliant, how timely.
Here’s an excerpt from the article:
Who do I think I am? I am the custodian of the three entry lines that lead to fun.
Remember: Club entry is not a democracy. Not everyone is equal. And because the image of the club is at stake, it rests on door bitches to exercise clientele quality control.
They are the stone-faced girls you love to hate, the Simon Cowells of the chic and cheesy, the dour bitch at the door.
You can read it from here too.
The article was written by a Yvonne Phoo. Judging from her list of friends, some in the nightlife industry whom I know, she should be the author. If the photo of her is not far off from the person in reality, I say, she is really one damn gorgeous-looking bitch who welds her pen as well as she tends to her door.
