Friday, December 07, 2007
Strip Joints Strangely Fascinating
Last night one of my closest male friends and I went to a Christmas gathering that got boring fast. As we stood outside trying to hail a cab, we noticed there was a huge strip joint just down the street. So we went in for a drink kind of on a lark.
My friend is married with young kids but certainly has his risque side. He was determined to buy me a lap dancer. I said not on your life.
This sounds sleazier than ever, and it is, but in fact it was fascinating inside that strip joint. Rather than watching the girls on stage, my friend and I sat transfixed by the people in the crowd. There was a fairly well-known TV personality getting a lap dance from a big tall girl who possibly might have been born a man. Thankfully, he was giggly, and did not looking creepily turned on the way many of the other men with naked women grinding against their pelvises seemed to be.
The weirdest thing was one extremely good-looking guy -- he could have been a Calvin Klein underwear model -- who kept hiring girls just to sit and talk to him, and not the best-looking girls either; they were the older ones who looked the roughest. And then there was the other couple who came in -- same age as us -- spotted us, turned their chairs away from the stage and stared at us intently for at least an hour. When we would make eye contact, they would start making lascivious faces at us. Clearly swingers looking for swing partners. **Shudder.**
My friend and I sat enthralled and giggling for more than an hour, transfixed by the clientele. I must admit to feeling relief that the on-stage dancers who got the most enthusiastic receptions were fuller figured, had real boobs and weren't bald in places where no one is supposed to be bald past the age of 13. But to my dying day I will never understand why a totally hunky model-esque guy has so many issues with women that he has to pay the roughest-looking strippers to sit and talk to him for hours. Big-time Mommy issues, I am guessing, and a need to be totally in control of women.
Sleazy, but an interesting social study. And no, I would not go along with a lap dance.