Guess I'm not done for the day. When it rains, it pours and all that...
Eric and I got into a long discussion about strip clubs this evening as we drove past a "gentlemen's club" on the way to dinner. Eric pointed out that many of these clubs make sure their bouncers are attired in suits and ties and sunglasses, but that most of the clientele do not seem very gentlemanly at all. Case in point, he noted, the three guys dressed in shorts, tank tops and baseball caps who were leaving this particular club.
What struck me was not so much their dress, which I could not see because I was driving, but rather the fact that they were leaving the strip club in broad daylight well before what I would consider prime strip time. I wondered aloud if these places are cheaper during the day, and Eric, who has had slightly more experience with strip clubs than I, confirmed that they are.
Naturally, that led me to posit that the really quality strippers probably don't go on until after dark. You don't want to put your headliners on first, right? Is it humiliating to be a day-stripper? Does one aspire to be a night-stripper? Does one, in fact, aspire to be a stripper at all? Is the field of exotic dance a high-turnover one? And, while we're at it, what's so "exotic" about it? Aren't even the best acts really just clever variations on the strut/swing on the pole/take off layers of skimpy clothing until clad in only a G-string and Lucite heels? Isn't that more formulaic than exotic?
These and countless other questions led to my fascination with HBO's G-String Divas when I still had cable. Why is this not out on DVD yet? I'm not saying I'd run out and buy the box set, but I'd Netflix the heck out of that show.
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