Ladies and gentlemen, here is your latest reminder that celebrities are assholes. I'm not going to sit here and act like I'm the biggest Usher fan in the world, but I'd be lying if I said my first ringtone was DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love and that I don't know every word to Yeah! and proceed to set the dance floor on fire anytime I hear the song in public. I put Kevin James in Hitch to shame when I hear Usher's sweet, melodic voice telling me the conversations getting heavy, BUT I might have to sit the next few times I hear this song out.
The Inn Keeper- Kam's Champaign, IL Spring 2020 (colorized)
You also have to imagine that Usher isn't hanging out in a PoleKatz in Northwest Indiana like Chicago White Sox third basemen Yoan Moncada or the Silver Bullet in Champaign, IL like some people I know. The dancers at this club are presumably NOT attempting to pay their way through beauty school and are doing this full-time, making a comfortable living. That doesn't change the fact that one of the most familiar voices of the past 20 years is an absolute scumbag for tossing around bills with his face on them at the strip club. It'd be different if it were similar to the $2 bills you'd get in your stocking for Christmas with the Santa Sticker over Thomas Jefferson, but instead of making stickers, Usher had his people go through the process of making counterfeit bills. Usher could've had his three kids slap some stickers on his cash for him and nobody would've batted an eye. Sure, he would've been sentenced to life in horny jail, but it'd be a lot better than being a cheap, horny celebrity.
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Usher could've sang My Boo to the dancers in return for his dances and we probably would've never heard anything about this. Not sure if there's any chance for Usher to come back from this, but I wouldn't be surprised if this was all done in an attempt to drum up excitement for an album. Fucking Usher man...