This is a true story…
On Friday night, a group of my friends and I got together to celebrate my boyfriend, Brenden’s birthday. Our night began at Rare View, a roof-top bar in mid-town Manhattan. After sharing a couple bottles of champagne and enjoying the nightfall among the city lights (the bar is true to its name!); we made our way to one of our favorite Friday night spots, Rockit. Previously, this weekly, Friday night party was located in the theatre district but last Friday was the unveiling of their new venue in Chelsea. Rockit’s special guest DJ this past Friday was none other than the world’s first super model, Janice Dickinson. More recently, she has been known for her countless appearances as a guest judge on America’s Next Top Model, and her T.V. show The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency.
Upon our arrival to Rockit, my friends and I were feeling energized and ready to dance. There were eight of us altogether waiting in line, five guys and three girls. We we’re dressed to the nines: Brenden and I in bow ties, our girls in party-dresses and high-heels. We get to the door and the doorman announces that we won’t be able to come in because there are girls in our group and that there are already too many girls in the club! (Keep in mind; this is a gay-club). At first, we we’re polite asking if we could pay for bottle service or simply wait for some people to leave. We explained that we were frequent patrons of the club (Although, I’m certain the door-man recognized us.) and that it was Brenden’s birthday party. Nothing would change the doorman’s mind. I was absolutely appalled. I have never been refused entry to any club! Reluctantly, we stepped out of line and began to devise our next move for the evening. As we we’re deliberating we moved towards the side entrance.
Unexpectedly, a limo pulls up to the side door, and out steps Janice Dickinson! She walks right by me as she enters the side entrance and I exclaim “Janice!” She stops turns, takes a good look at me and before she has a chance to turn around I begin explaining the whole situation to her. She looks at the rest of my group and at the crowd that has begun to circle around us and says “Oh honey, that’s just not happening.” She looks around and proclaims, “Let them in. They’re with me!” She asks for the owner of the club and demands that we’re allowed in, immediately. I give the doorman, a callous glance before entering smugly, Janice by my side. Needless to say, we danced the night away! Not only can Janice work it on the runway, she is an excellent dancer and well... let’s just say, she gave DJ-ing her best shot.
I will remember this night forever. I can’t believe that Janice Dickinson had my back! I’m glad that she understood the wrongness and the prejudice that this doorman and this club were encouraging. Friday night was amazing, but I have to say that is completely unacceptable and embarrassing that a gay club would discriminate against women. I expect gay clubs to be open and accepting of everyone. The gay community is fighting so hard for our right to equality. How can we demand equality for ourselves if we don’t grant others the same respect? Don't they know that these girls are our allies? They're fighting right along side us, on the front line! I'm so disappointed, and thus, I can firmly say that I will not be returning to Rockit.
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