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iPods are flimsy pieces of shit? OH MY GOD, no way!

Karl and I were both in a really good mood last night (which for me has evaporated in the last few hours. I'm just .. mad...for no good reason) and we were talking about him and a coworker going to this usability conference in Montreal this summer. Now, I have been given the opportunity through the person I contract with to also have expenses covered to be sent to conferences, but haven't ever taken her up on that. This conference in partcular would be a really good one for me to go to. (Usability, Human Factors, innovative looks at usability research, etc) so we were talking about that. I said that I actually wouldn't want to get in the way of "guy time" and was about to point out that it would be awkward dragging me to a strip club with Cesar when he said that he knows Cesar would want to hit up a strip club or two.

This turned to a conversation on my feelings about strip clubs/strippers in general and my general level of discomfort. Basically, as long as I don't have to hear about how hot/stacked/attractive/flexible/etc some windex wrangler is, I don't really care. I know his motivations and "I want to make fun of whores with my friend who is also making fun of whores" is alright by me.
Plus, stripper girls, in Florida, in Vegas, in Ohio... they're all just different cost of living levels of the same basic skank. It's all Tiffany, all the time.

This morning, thinking about this again, and then reading this feminist blog thingy from the friends list (which I would link to but the post seems to be gone in the wake of some sort of drama?) it got the whole "what the hell is the point" question regarding "feminism" stuck in my head again.
The problem is, it always devolves so quickly into a sociological tretise on dominant gender roles in society and this or that patriarchal philosophy that has informed those roles that it never really gets to its own point.

Makes you want to use words like "miasma"... which I'm totally against using.

Anyway, while I'm certainly not one of the opressed masses, i'm certainly not a feminist intellectual either and probably identify more against the modern ideals of "feminism" as I've seen them applied than I do for them. Maybe that's why I have no problem laughing at a bunch of nasty skanky stripper girls. I coud honestly just be doing myself, my gender, a disservice. But then, where would the fodder for my own misogyny be if so many women weren't so ready and willing to proffer their cunts to anyone willing to tuck a dollar into their ass crack (or just be nice to them online for that matter).

I think it's a chicken and the egg thing. I also think it's a victim and the crime thing.


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Apr. 8th, 2005 09:14 pm (UTC)
This would be the wrong time to point out that I'm nice to you online, wouldn't it?

I've always wanted to be a seethingly jealous boyfriend to a stripper. Hilarity would ensue, mark my words.
Apr. 8th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC)
Oh I've shown off My Cunt online alright, but not quite in the way I was talking about.

I've known that seethingly jealous boyfriend to a stripper. It is NEVER pretty, but nearly always funny.

Apr. 8th, 2005 09:27 pm (UTC)
Black humor is my specialty, after all.
Apr. 8th, 2005 09:41 pm (UTC)
i'm personally pretty mellow about stripping.

that being said, the hard thing is, it's usually not a happy woman dancing b/c she loves it and feels good about herself. It's some poor girl with few skills trying to keep food on the table. Or someone who's daddy didn't love her, or loved her a little too much, and they only way she knows how to value herself is through physicality. and that's fuckign depressing.

i think of myself as a whore, but i rent out my brain and fingers instead of my titties and my ass. same thing, i just get paid better. and i fuck up anybody who tries to stiff me.
Apr. 8th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC)
I work with too many marketting people to not feel dirty about it. That said, there is an enormous difference between the two things.

I've never met a stipper who was a stripper because she really just dug being oogled. That to me is like the Yeti. A lot of people claim they've seen it, but no one can actually give any details. I also think it's a feminist or male myth (depending on how you look at it). A certain kind of guy likes the thought that Tanya just *enjoys* fucking a pole in front of a room full of strangers, and it has nothing to do with her entirely fucked life.
A certain kind of woman likes the idea that there are women out there just so very confident that they are happy to be objects, and that being treated like whores (and I mean that in the most demeaning way possible) in the eyes of a lot of still-in-the-dark, faceless men is somehow empowering.

I'm not saying these things are impossible, just really fucking improbable.
Apr. 9th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Y'know, it is possible for a woman to strip in front of an audience for money, and be empowered while doing it. But not in a strip club. Think more "burlesque show," something where it's not just the tits and ass flopping around. Because, yeah, if a woman comes out on stage in a bikini, and loses most of that in the first fifteen seconds, she really doesn't have any power there, does she? I guess that's the thing... people feel "empowered" in situations where they actually have power, have control. That's just sanity.

Kind'a funny... that'd be a hell of a lot sexier, too. Wonder.. no, wait, frat boys. Okay, I don't wonder why strip clubs are what they are. Stupid frat boys.

There are a couple of places in Seattle that do that sort of thing occasionally, or did a year or two ago. I don't keep track... hell, I didn't even know about the Kenny Wayne Shepherd show until two days before he came through town... but likely they still pop up now and then, just because it's that kind of town.

Apr. 9th, 2005 03:28 pm (UTC)
to me burlesque is different from stripping. That's usually like.. more like a cabaret, song and dance kind of thing that happens to have tits. I'm talking about stripping and go go dancing (what they call it when they can't go full nude).

If you were actually on stage and had some talent beyond the nature of your physiology, I could see why that might be empowering. But I've never met a stripper of the more common variety who was anything but demeaned by what she did, especially when she liked to claim otherwise.

Hey, it's not just frat boys. You are the exception to a vast vast rule.
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