April 4, 2012

I'm in Love with a Stripper....

Season 2, Episode 2 - The Awful Truth

Carrie's birthday party is held at a Moroccan restaurant (mmm!!!), and unfortunately her big mouth accidentally invites Mr. Big to attend. Instead of going off on how wrong it is to interface with an ex in that way, I'll focus on the fact that I was as disturbed as Carrie by Mr. Big's enjoyment of the belly dancers. When he starts sticking dollar bills into the belly dancers' costumes, I thought a) those belly dancers must be insulted bc they're not even strippers b) I know exactly how Carrie feels.

Carrie admits that she still cares for Mr. Big, and to me that's the determining factor of whether or not you're disgusted by a man enjoying "lady entertainers." On a scale of 1-10, my male friends telling me about their escapades at strip clubs disturbs me about a -1. If I think too hard about it, it disturbs me at maybe the level of 3, but that's because it's disgusting in general to even slightly visualize any of their interactions with females. Like imagining your brother making out with a girl? Bleggh! I've always been curious about strip clubs and willing to check one out but never had a real opportunity to. Thanks to my intensive interviewing skills, I've learned from my male friends that I have an overactive imagination. Apparently strip clubs are seedy, dirty, and none too great.

This weekend, BDF was at a bachelor party, and I expected the imminent strip club visit. I tried not to think too hard about it, bc I know objectively guys go, enjoy, and that's it. There's no romance, nothing of substance. After some schooling from male friends, I realized that that's the magic of strippers. If they're good, they make you think that they actually like the guy. That they're attracted to him, that he has a captivating personality, etc. etc. That way he buys more lap dances, more time in the back booths,  etc. It's a scam to take yo money!!!!

And yet, on a scale of 1-10, thinking of BDF going to a strip club disturbed me at around a 6 and when I thought too much about it, it was more like a 9. It turns out that BDF skipped the strip club activity (OR SO HE SAYS... muhahaha), and my nervousness was instantly relieved. Woo to the hoo! Is the guy a saint or what?!

But admittedly, I must be a little sick in the heezies. Knowing how secretly disturbed I would have been if BDF had gone to the strip club, I would still let my curiosity get the best of me. Had BDF gone to the strip club, I know I would have given him the Spanish Inquisition. "What was it like? What did the girls do? How? HOW?  Oh, WHAT?! Crazy. Oh... by the way, what did you do?" Very casual, I know. But bottom line, if you know it's going to bother you, why do you want to know? I don't know, Junette, you are a dumb, dumb girlfriend.

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