Call me a betrayal to my gender.
Call me a regression of feminism.
But Jesus Christ, I don't get this whole male stripper thing. Female strippers make perfect crystal clear sense to me. I'm not sure why. I hate to rely on that 80’s standup comedy standby of "men need to pay to see naked boobies, but if a woman wants to see naked winkie all she has to do is ask", but it makes sense. The Venus/Mars thing kinda rings clear here too: we approach and think about sex differently in many ways. Maybe it's me, though, and I'm the only chick out there who thinks stuffing a dollar bill in a ballbag is dumb. I never was the poster-ogling kind of girl. I recall at my friend Lisa's birthday party in 5th grade, we were all expected to pose for a picture next to her door-sized poster of Jon Bon Jovi and make some sort of sex crazed face or whatever. Even then I realized how ridiculous it was to lick a paper likeness of a rock star, no matter how great his hair was, and just stood next to him making a goofy face. I still have the photo somewhere.
Anyway...male strippers. I couldn't have less interest in them if I wanted to. The mold of guy who tends to be a stripper tends not to appeal to me, and the entire act of putting a male on display for women to "take advantage of" seems physiologically backwards. I accept that there is a certain degree of physical submission on the part of the female deeply imbedded in the actual act of heterosexual intercourse. No amount of empowerment and no corset can change that; it only changes your mindset. Perhaps it is for this reason that getting a lap dance from a male stripper seems absurd, or maybe it's the whole inner conflict of whether or not you're supposed to service this man whose crotch is in your face, we can never be sure.
What brings me to this is that I am a co-planner of a batchelorette party this fall. My fellow planner has suggested a place where we can see as many greased up chests and leather-clad crotches as we can lay eyes on. Other girls I have spoken to have suggested a different place where they serve Chinese food and the entertainers are not failed actors from Passaic, but Asian transvestites doing a drag show. So really, this is more a question for the ladies, but boys, feel free to toss in a few Lincolns on this. Am I wrong in thinking the drag show is the way to go? This is a batchelorette party; something the bride will want to remember for the rest of her life. Guys in leather pants with greasy chests are so boring and textbook; Asian transvestites sounds like something entirely unforgettable. Thoughts?