by John Tarpley
6 p.m., Grand Ballroom, Peabody Hotel. $32-$42.
I'm not the only one who doesn't get it. For years, the Chippendales' bulge-centric pasties, dances and posters have been a target of scorn for a nation full of loose-stomached dudes. What I've seen of Chippendales has been somewhere between ridiculous, over-the-top and hypnotically grody. But with every thrust, the Chippendales aim for (and get) a well defined demographic that, let's face it, doesn't include this red-blooded American male. Therefore, I'm really in no spot to dismiss them. So what of Chippendales? The real-life crew of hard-bodied lady-killers has air-humped its way across the globe, titillating thousands of women a year. The press release promises a "girls night out" ("girls-only" night out, that is) with special guest Matt Joyce opening the night with his Elvis tribute. The accompanying photo promises oiled chests, Diesel jeans and dudes who can't figure out how to work the buttons on their shirt. If you're into Chippendales, you're probably as good as there. If you're not making the Chippendales or Friday night's "Meet the Browns" show, you'll probably spend your weekend doing what the rest of us white dudes in Little Rock will be doing: goofing out over that new Radiohead album.