I am a woman who believes in tangents. It's very easy for me to go completely OCD on the most random of subjects -- ancient Rome, Ann Boleyn, the Food Network, Glee -- but this time it has taken the form of ... (wait for it) Strippers. Over Thanksgiving, I went to a strip club for the first time ever. I was absolutely fascinated. And as my friend Amber stated, "It's comforting to know that a flat chest and a pooch can feed a family of four."
But here's where my real enthrallment lies: these women are not the most attractive I've ever seen. In fact, the ugliest person in San Diego is still more attractive than these women (please refer to my September 2010 entry on being hot). And not all of them can dance very well (please note that I was on my college dance team (Division 1, thank you very much) and therefore am in a position to judge. And even if I wasn't, we all know damn well that I will). Nevertheless, men pay them...and they can't touch them...and they can't fuck them. ...so -- what am I missing here?
This whole exercise in stripper-dom does not seem to have a purpose. Because if a man is interested in sex without a willing partner, why not just pay for a hooker? (And then you get a tv show on CNN. It's totally win, win.) Cut to the chase, people. Why sit around in a darkish room to watch naked women, especially when people like me walk in with the sole purpose of mocking you. Ever heard of pay-per-view? Skin-a-max? Why do you need to join other gawkers? And what's this back room thing about anyways? Does she jerk you off back there or something? That would make more sense to me, because again -- you can't fuck her. You can't even touch her. And yet you pay extra for this....
I have become so engrossed in this stripper issue that I begun pole dancing classes - and if this writing gig does not work out, it might be my Plan B. From the stripper's point of view I totally get it -- and respect it even. I exercise, some jack-ass gawks at me (which already happens at the gym), I have to be nice to him (this is the part I'm not sure I can do), he gives me money, and I pay the mortgage. But for him?
I understand men are more visual, but aren't they also less emotional and more practical? So again, I raise the hooker alternative. ...I blame the Puritans for this enigma. And your mother. As a society we are so oppressed about sex that we can't talk about our desires with a real partner ... so we go watch naked women that we know we can't have?
But here's where my real enthrallment lies: these women are not the most attractive I've ever seen. In fact, the ugliest person in San Diego is still more attractive than these women (please refer to my September 2010 entry on being hot). And not all of them can dance very well (please note that I was on my college dance team (Division 1, thank you very much) and therefore am in a position to judge. And even if I wasn't, we all know damn well that I will). Nevertheless, men pay them...and they can't touch them...and they can't fuck them. ...so -- what am I missing here?
This whole exercise in stripper-dom does not seem to have a purpose. Because if a man is interested in sex without a willing partner, why not just pay for a hooker? (And then you get a tv show on CNN. It's totally win, win.) Cut to the chase, people. Why sit around in a darkish room to watch naked women, especially when people like me walk in with the sole purpose of mocking you. Ever heard of pay-per-view? Skin-a-max? Why do you need to join other gawkers? And what's this back room thing about anyways? Does she jerk you off back there or something? That would make more sense to me, because again -- you can't fuck her. You can't even touch her. And yet you pay extra for this....
I have become so engrossed in this stripper issue that I begun pole dancing classes - and if this writing gig does not work out, it might be my Plan B. From the stripper's point of view I totally get it -- and respect it even. I exercise, some jack-ass gawks at me (which already happens at the gym), I have to be nice to him (this is the part I'm not sure I can do), he gives me money, and I pay the mortgage. But for him?
I understand men are more visual, but aren't they also less emotional and more practical? So again, I raise the hooker alternative. ...I blame the Puritans for this enigma. And your mother. As a society we are so oppressed about sex that we can't talk about our desires with a real partner ... so we go watch naked women that we know we can't have?
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