There's nothing wrong with being a stripper. It's probably a more honorable profession than being a comedy blogger—it certainly requires more patience and skill. But it's not the kind of job where you necessarily want to run into your cousin or your friend's dad or your former teacher in the workplace. Encountering someone at your job who you know from outside work is awkward enough even when everyone's wearing clothing.
1.) From MastadonBob:
My much-younger brother was getting married, had a bachelor party at a strip club with a dozen of so high school friends. After about an hour there, a rather ordinary looking stripper comes on stage, takes off her top and our tables of guys goes wild, standing and applauding and hollering. I have no idea what is going on. The stripper looks through the stage lights, her eyes get really big, she grabs her top and runs offstage to the back. Bouncers come running over to our table, thinking we're starting trouble. Nope, it turns out all of the guys in his high school class had a history class with her a few years back.... she later came out and talked with us, said she never thought she'd see someone (let alone 12) she knew (it was in the next town over).