It may be because I’m a little wine drunk and watching Entourage with my roommate, but I read this article and thought fondly of all the times I’ve spent in strip clubs.
Atlanta is the strip club capital of the USofA and I’ve enjoyed a few of the best. I know that they (the clubs) clash with all my feminist ideals, but I don’t find them to be that bad. An unpopular position, yes, but I don’t feel as if I should have to defend or apologize for my affliction.
I like the atmosphere in strip clubs. I’m not sure why … but maybe it’s because I like to be surrounded by men, even if I’m not the one they’re looking at. I am fascinated by why one becomes a stripper and think they must have some kind of insane confidence or a ridiculous drug problem, I could never do it.
I sort of wish I was embarrassed about my little weird contradiction, but I can’t be.
