A New Experience: The Strip Club

10 Feb
Courtesy of The Smoking Section

Courtesy of The Smoking Section

I decided to go to a strip club with some former coworkers after happy hour last week. I had never been to a strip club before so why not scratch something off of the ole’ bucket list — right?  Unfortunately this particular spot only had female strippers so of course the boys in the group were enthused. I knew there wouldn’t be any male entertainment for myself beforehand, but I decided to take one for the team and try something new. Despite this adventurous spirit I was labeled a prude by a former coworker before we even set foot in the club. However, this particular guy is generally a perpetual ass so I take his comments with a grain of salt naturally.

Let’s just say the club was the sad environment I’ve always expected strip clubs to be. Many of the strippers didn’t look happy. Some were ignored as patrons chose to focus on a fellow performer for some reason or another. Lonely horny men paying for female attention and affection. Women objectifying themselves for male entertainment and dollar bills. And to top it off, the place was low-budget — the performances weren’t tastefully done in the least bit. This was no Magic City or Stadium (not that I’ve been to either but apparently both are deemed stripper heaven). Most of the moves consisted of basic booty gyration. Hell, I could do that. There were a couple of female performers who actually had some skills and I was genuinely impressed by their routines. But for the most part I was not. The women just appeared to be animals in invisible cages displayed solely to satiate male lust. And for me that’s problematic. I completely understand that all involved are willing adult participants but the concept just doesn’t sit right with me. I’m a feminist — the ceaseless objectification of the female body in particular the black female body disturbs me. I love how bell hooks describes a feminist:  “To be ‘feminist’ in any authentic sense of the term is to want for all people, female and male, liberation from sexist role patterns, domination, and oppression.”

As the night ended I thanked the perpetual ass for driving and paying my entrance fee into the club. I told him I doubt I’d ever return.

I’d like to see him drop it like it’s hot for a dollar.

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6 Responses to “A New Experience: The Strip Club”

  1. Kam Williams February 25, 2014 at 9:03 pm #

    So this booty gyration you claim you are capable of…when do we get to see it on the blog…

  2. Kam Williams February 25, 2014 at 9:13 pm #

    On a more serious note, this “perpetual ass” you mention a few times…i sense a connection there…maybe you two should go out again. I would suggest a different venue of course. 😉

    • whatsablackgirltodo February 26, 2014 at 9:44 pm #

      Piss off (and I mean that in the most endearing way possible) 😛

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