Post Dispatches Guidos, Nerds to Get Rejected At Clubs

"You'll have to wait at the back of the line."

Bad news for Steve Urkel: you probably can't get into the Boom Boom Room. In the latest Post undercover report, six stereotypical clubgoers were sent to "exclusive" clubs like the Boom Boom Room, 1Oak and Marquee to test who could gain entrance. The guido, nerd, "nerdette," cougar, suburban dad and a "Jersey girl" hit the streets in the most outlandishly cliche attire imaginable. Seriously, look at the Post's photos. So, how did they do?

It turns out the "suburban dad," dressed in pleated khakis and a tie, was able to hit five out of the six clubs, only to be rejected with a “Sorry, honey. No,” at the elusive Boom Boom Room. After boasting he was “off daddy duty for the night," the bouncer at 1Oak let him right in. The Snooki-esque Jersey girl, decked out in Daisy Dukes and a sky-high hair poof, was also quite popular. Though she was rejected from the Boom Boom Room and Avenue, she was whisked to the head of the line at Tenjune and apparently the life of the party at 1Oak.

The nerdette, dressed in oversized glasses and a dowdy dress, was rejected from every club except Griffin. The Boom Boom Room bouncer at least tried to help her out, saying, “try the beer garden down the street. They’ll let you in.” Overall, Marquee let in all six while the Boom Boom Room rejected everyone. Though granted, they probably thought most of the crew was on their way back from some ridiculous costume party. Next time, go with the Jesse Camp look.

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By Jaya Saxena in News on June 13, 2010 1:40 PM

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ozik

There was a tacky club in Chelsea, Area 51 or soemthing like that. I seem to think it was in the space Eyebeam is in now. Anyways, the club was all the rage for a bit, and galleries would have their afterparties there. I walked over to the place with a black South African artist for HIS afterparty for HIS art show, they let in the gallerist and fancy folks first but then cut off the artist and wouldn't let him in. Sadly, the gallery types never heard his cries and he was left outside. The doormen waved him away.

In this case, I suspect it was that the artist was an older guy who was "black-black", and not so much his dress.

I sat outside with the guy for twenty minutes, then helped him get a taxi back to his hotel.

Polemicist

Sheesh, South Africa? Mathematical probabilities are probably at work there in the mind of that bouncer. That country is the only one in history to transition from a first world superpower to a hellhole!

ozik

You can't tell by looking.

r1b2

Do any of you really care?

inoyourider

Anything with a doorman / velvet rope isn't worth attending.

You'll meet the same superficial, dumb-as-a-doorbell people that have always craved the latest trend.

Plus, you'll have to wait 10 times as long for a drink, most of which are whatever fruity BS is the latest rage and take 5 times as long to make as a real drink.

Guest

Are you speaking from experience on being inside or outside these clubs?

YouWillLearn

No but the "cool" ones don't pay for drinks, they sit at their table and circle jerk eachother for being skinny and full of shit.

whirlybird

i would not let erkel into my club

mistermarkdavis

I am a man in my mid 20s and not very cool. I was in a place recently called dark room in LES with friends (not my choice). Women outnumbered men and were way more friendly than I am used to. On my way out there was a group of eternal frat boy types. the doorman would not let them in no matter how many women they promised to bring with them. I rather not be in the sort of place that turns people away, but it was nice to be a in a place without bros creeping and scaring away nice young women.

Where is this beer garden? because I would love to meet this Jen Hobbs. She look like Elma Baker.

l3iodeez

That bouncer is named Doug and is one of the best in the biz. He knows what we mean when we say "No dicks!".

Source: I am a producer of Dark Room

kafkask

I take it you got laid that night?

Peter

Imagine, not being able to get into a club and drop $400 on a bottle of Goose!

Trilby16

I had a boyfriend years ago who was a fashion model with an evening gig manning the door at a club. When I asked how he decided who to let in, he said "The rule is, nobody gets in, and from there we make exceptions." That seems to be true for a lot in life.

YouWillLearn

How disgusting and sad that people go somewhere where you're, like, decided on by the door person on whether you can go in or not. I hate that shit. And I'm handsome!

The whole concept is gross, nobody inside is real or enjoyable.