The Graduate Blog: What Not To Do On a Lesbian Date - Hit Up A Strip Club
Anyway, when I showed up around midnight my date and her friend were hanging out in the front where the friend was smoking a cigarette. My date grabbed my hand and… we were in.
The crowd was perhaps the most diverse one I have ever encountered in my life: there were older men sitting together laughing, creepy young guys with Ray Liota eyes, good looking rocker-ish type boys, gay girls, straight girls, and everything in between.
The lighting was very dim (which makes sense- I don’t think anyone wanted to see the wrinkles and streaky make-up of some of the strippers and clientele) and focused around a small stage up front with a pole in the center and a mirror behind it. There was a not horrible looking girl dancing on stage and grungy rock music playing. I got a drink to calm my nerves and watched the scene unfold.
People were wadding up dollar bills and throwing them on the stage. For some reason it was very entertaining watching the money bounce once it hit the stage - probably just because bouncing is not something that I knew that paper money did. On the other hand I very rarely crumple it up and throw it at things so perhaps it is just lack of experience with that form of fiscal transaction.
The girls mostly just stripped down to their bras and underwear, danced around, and occasionally climbed the pole and clunked their heels on the ground with their legs spread.
And it made me nervous - wasn’t this, as a feminist, what I was supposed to be fighting? Isn’t the objectification of women, like, kind of a crappy thing? And, haven’t we all learned by now that even though you are a woman you can still be horribly misogynistic? Was I contributing to that problem?
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