Have you ever looked at your keyboard? I mean really looked? If you have a standard keyboard as I do, you might be able to notice the regular letter keys and the space bar form the shape of a woman’s crotch. Go ahead, cover up the extra keys with your hand and take a look, do you see it? This is like a test I guess, if you see it, then that probably means you’re a man who’s just come back from his first ever trip to the strippers. If you don’t see it, well I’m not sure what it means, that has nothing to do with strippers.
As you’ve probably guessed, I just had my first adventure to a so called “strip joint.” I’d like to start off by offering my take on the event. Once I got past the preposterous cover charge and the meddling waitresses, I started getting scared as hell of a few things. My anger turned to fear as it occurred to me that there’s always a chance of getting shot or stabbed; afterall, this is where Tony Soprano conducts business meetings. I started wondering if I’d be forced to interact with the strippers some how, hassled for money maybe, that sort of thing. All of that got pushed out of my mind pretty quickly though, and here’s how: there was a naked woman dancing on a poll in front of me. The great thing about the strippers is that the critics are completely wrong about them; it’s not demeaning to women and it doesn’t make them seem like objects. I found the point at which the girl tried to get money from me to be as intimidating as fuck. I realized just who had the power at that very point, she wasn’t being demeaned, I was. So what does this all mean, you might be asking? Well it means that seeing women take off their clothes on stage is better than seeing them do the same on video, but that it doesn’t make wank material.
… Continue Reading