Door B*itches guard the doors to the clubs with such ferocity that they make Cerberus look like it wasn't trying hard enough. They hold the power of deciding who is fabulous and who is not. Beware of the Door B*itch. They can deflate one's ego by just uttering the words," Please queue up." Thus, the Door B*itch must be handled with tact and finesse. Do not incur the wrath of the Door B*itch if you know what's good for you.
What a Door B*itch basically does is to control the crowd. A crowded club is fabulous but an over-crowded club is not. Overcrowding can lead to (god-forbid) stampedes. Imagine a throng of queens all scuttling to the dance floor the moment a song du jour is played over the speakers, resulting in a few flattened fags, all cut and bruised after being trampled on by platforms and poked to death by the pointy toes of cowboy boots.
Door B*itches also control the QUALITY of the crowd that enters the club. That is, the cuter you are the more likely are you to forgo the queue. Ok, so it's shallow. But we all know that the club scene is very looks-oriented, blablablah...So, if you're ugly, don't even THINK of cutting the queue. Just allow yourself to be herded like the rest and wait for your turn (if it comes that is). Forgive me for stating this, but every club owner wants his club to be filled with cute bubble-bottomed boys and sexy sophicated gals.Of course, once in a pink moon, a token is ushered past the velvet rope but we all know that it is done more out of pity than anything else.
How do you get past the Door B*itch? ![Idea Idea](/images/emoticons/classic/icon_idea.gif)