Drinky Crow
Banned
fart, in a strip club, women are ultimately forced to abide by management's rules. The don't have any real control over their expression.
My remark was anything but "je ne sais quoi". I was actually thinking about a particular instance of an argument I had with my wife about a year and a half ago, when we were at the Lynnwood mall. There was this gal -- moderately attractive only by GAF's ludicrously disingenuous standards -- who was dressed to the nines in full hoochie regalia. Naturally, being of the boneresque persuasion, I gave her a nice, appreciative lookdown.
My wife saw me do it, sadly, and she said as expected: "nice to see that strippers can get out of the office sometimes, too."
I said "she ain't a stripper; she ain't stripping."
To an irked wife, that gets you exiled to the couch for the evening. Fair enough -- I was really in poor form especially given how highly I think of my wife -- but my point stands: the gal was in complete control of her surroundings. She dressed and acted as she did where she did of her own volition and without the implicit coercion of money. She knew she could look really hot and the effect that it would have when coupled with her attitude and confidence, and she pulled it off. -- dude's were admiring her and chicks where glaring at her. She made a public sexual assertion and got the kudos, and she was in complete control.
I'm not trying to argue for the media's largely misogynistic standards for female sexuality, and how quickly women, in their desire to compete, buy into it. That's another argument entirely, and one I'm actually pretty sympathetic to.
Ain't denyin' that, either. In fact, it pretty much proves exactly *whay* strippers exist -- too appreciate female erogenous zones regardless of the human being they're attached to. It might be titty empowerment, but it ain't female empowerment by any stretch.
My remark was anything but "je ne sais quoi". I was actually thinking about a particular instance of an argument I had with my wife about a year and a half ago, when we were at the Lynnwood mall. There was this gal -- moderately attractive only by GAF's ludicrously disingenuous standards -- who was dressed to the nines in full hoochie regalia. Naturally, being of the boneresque persuasion, I gave her a nice, appreciative lookdown.
My wife saw me do it, sadly, and she said as expected: "nice to see that strippers can get out of the office sometimes, too."
I said "she ain't a stripper; she ain't stripping."
To an irked wife, that gets you exiled to the couch for the evening. Fair enough -- I was really in poor form especially given how highly I think of my wife -- but my point stands: the gal was in complete control of her surroundings. She dressed and acted as she did where she did of her own volition and without the implicit coercion of money. She knew she could look really hot and the effect that it would have when coupled with her attitude and confidence, and she pulled it off. -- dude's were admiring her and chicks where glaring at her. She made a public sexual assertion and got the kudos, and she was in complete control.
I'm not trying to argue for the media's largely misogynistic standards for female sexuality, and how quickly women, in their desire to compete, buy into it. That's another argument entirely, and one I'm actually pretty sympathetic to.
another poster said:I won't get into the "good vs. bad" argument at hand. I'll just say that, even though I have only been to a strip club twice, there are far worse ways to spend an evening than to have some titties rubbed in your face.
Ain't denyin' that, either. In fact, it pretty much proves exactly *whay* strippers exist -- too appreciate female erogenous zones regardless of the human being they're attached to. It might be titty empowerment, but it ain't female empowerment by any stretch.