Yes, that is what this post is about.
Here’s the thing – I just don’t get them.
Now, I am not the type girlfriend that would tell my BF not to go. Yes, we’ve had the conversation, what with the Vegas bachelor parties looming in the near future. And yes, I would rather eat a poop-and-mayo sandwich then think about some naked lady rubbing her ta-tas in my BFs face. But hey – he’s not getting a handy from them under the cocktail table, so what can I say?
All I am saying is that I simply don’t understand the point of them.
See, with porn, we all know there is a purpose and end goal there. Naked ladies + sex = well, you know.
But with strip clubs, you see the naked ladies, but there is no sex, and certainly no “pay off,” so to speak.
I mean, you can’t even touch them.
And according to Cheese, seeing the naked ladies is not even arousing or erotic. They are simply, well, naked ladies. Some giving you drinks, some giving you lap dances.
So what’s the point?
I am honest-to-god asking this question.
No judgment, just trying to understand. Like I said, I am not giving my BF limits on going or not going – I just want to know the allure of it.
Moreover, whenever I see depictions of strip clubs on the tv (as I have never actually been to one), all I see is the adult version of little girls who have been sexually abused at some point in their life. And holy crap is that sad enough to make me cry in my Raisen Bran.
How do guys not see that?
So guys – help me out. Comment anonymously if you need to. And ladies – any of you been to one? Why? What was that like?
Blast the Fat
On a completely unrelated note, The Biggest Loser is on tonight!!
And to celebrate, I let Troy kick my ass on the bike again today. Sure, it was a little better than yesterday’s beating, but my gosh. I was one ladder set away from shoving his little stopwatch up his screaming pie hole.
I think to change it up, I am going to do this DVD (“No Slackers Allowed,” for Anonymous who asked) twice a week, and then on Friday I will treat myself to the other one, “Suffer-rama”.
Uh yeah – I just re-read the sentence and realized I was considering a 45-minute workout called Suffer-rama a “treat.”
I also have a three-hour number, “Tough Love,” but I can’t imagine I’ll be doing that one anytime soon.
Who thinks of these names, for gosh sake?
Frankly, I am a little scared of Tough Love - I never tried it before, and if Troy can mutilate me in 45 minutes, I can't imagine what disaster three hours at his mercy would bring.
Now, Anonymous suggested “Mental Toughness,” which made me wonder what other people are using. Does anyone else do Spinnervals? There’s like 100 of them, and I want to know which ones are good.
And with that, folks, I am off to babysit for the Mayor. YAY!!!!