Gawker pointed us to the Today Show segment on suburban moms getting together and having stripper pole dance parties. Because that's soooo newsworthy. Next week Ann Curry will be covering SAHMs who sometimes kiss each other on the lips. This piece featured some ladies gathering together, having a couple glasses of wine, and then making name tags with their stripper names. Sticky tags, as in, "Hi, my name is Candi." Hint for the moms: those name tags aren't very stripper. But neither is the name one woman chose- Tootsie. That's like being Cuddles the Stripper.

I'm sure you can imagine the rest. Some women in mom jeans and feather boas making tense whooping sounds and writhing around on a living room stripper pole with really bad music playing in the background. I've already made it sound way more titillating than it actually is. You go girl.

You know, I like the "my identity doesn't stop at being a mom" thing, but so much of this hot mama, MILF-y, stripper-pole, sex-toy-party, desperate housewives, naughty mommy extravaganza is Just. Trying. Too. Hard. Why worry about proving your hotness to anyone? It's unsexy to be constantly screaming "Look at me! Babies came out of me but I'm still sexy!" Pole dancing = fine, whatevs, who cares; pole dancing on the Today Show = I'm over it. Moms can be libidinous and attractive but we do not have to flash our tits like Girls Gone Wild to demonstrate it. Unless, of course, we're nursing.