bada bing. what's the deal with strip clubs? nudie bars? paying women to undress and romp around a pole? i so don't get it. i hear it's a big thing. as evidenced by the multitude of strip clubs everywhere. i can recall right here in san diego, driving by cheetahs all the time. a big pink barn of a building, advertising nude women and giant neon lips. i'm not even really confused by the objectification of women. because that happens every day. but on a smaller level, i can't comprehend the whole enjoyment of strip clubs. a group of guys (and maybe girls) gets together to spend money, go watch some disinterested chicks strip, make some rude comments, drink some beers, and then they go off into the night. how unsatisfying. why not some scrabble or some chess instead?



i can feel people going to strip clubs once or twice out of novelty or curiosity. but to make it a habit. that strikes me as weird. or maybe it's not weird. since it seems as if lots of full blooded american males enjoy strip clubs. do i, and the majority of the guys i know, just not get it? why is it we would not want to be caught dead in a strip club? is it that we respect women more? i doubt it. is it that we aren't really into women? i doubt it. but strip clubs, like porn, seems a weird evil to me. necessary perhaps, but evil. then again, not even really evil. because in the capitalisation of life, you gotta do what you gotta do. just don't take me along. i can't think of anything more uncomfortable than watching random girls strip for pay. how is it gratifying or satisfying? ah, if only i had answers.