We get wanting to maintain an aristocratic air for the gorgeous cokeheads, but even the door guy at Tonic East (New York) or Moe's Cantina (Chicago) has to be a bit miffed by their "collar policy." Some places genuinely warrant an underlying class divide, but, for the most part, nightclubs are just breeding grounds for hepatitis, with bathroom attendants and bachelorette parties. If you're an hourly employee with an ear piece and a neck roll, pull the velvet rope for a polite kid wearing Jordans once in a while.