Oh my Hades, I am a prude.
I know, I'm shocked as well. I think of myself as pretty hard to offend and have a "live and let live" attitude. But this morning, my feathers got well and truly ruffled because one of the local strip joints is advertising on the station I listen to. I listened to the ad, shocked to my toes that this was being advertised on morning radio.
But why? Why am I shocked? This club has a HUGE billboard on a major freeway, complete with some hooched out, Barbie-on-a-bender-looking girl. They aren't exactly discreet. And the radio station is famous for it's "exotic, erotic" Halloween party. It's a marriage made in heaven, so I need to stop being surprised and just change the channel if it bothers me this much.
I guess it's finally happened. I've morphed into a inhibited old fart. Damn it. Also, I'm becoming cheap, because I was amazed that anyone would pay $10 for a lap dance. Conversely, I was also amazed that someone would do that for a stranger for only $10. I wouldn't do it for that amount. Of course, I'm literally twice the woman those girls are, so I would be completely justified in charging at least twice as much, right? Right. I think I'll keep my day job, thank you very much.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
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3 comments:
I once went to a go-go boy bar that featured a "Lap Dance Lounge". The guys would wander around the bar, ahem ... soliciting customers to go with them into the lounge for a $20 lap dance.
A particularly beefy Papi lured me back there, and he started dancing. I pulled out one single dollar bill and stuffed it into his g-string. He looked at me funny and said - "Yo, lap dances are twenty dollars!"
I replied, "I know, and I have 19 more singles in my pocket. You'll get your money ... one dollar at a timef".
Needless to say, Papi didn't want to hang out with me anymore after he FINALLY got dollar bill #20...
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Jennie, you're not a prude. The level of "common decency" somewhere took a nose dive without any of us being asked. Morning drive radio that I can't have on in the car with the kids, 8:00 "family hour" TV that ISN'T kid-friendly - it's too bad all us "old farts" can't band together and get our message out to the schedulers and programmers of our media. Screw the folks who tell us to "just change the channel". How about this: knock it off, or we'll put our money where our mouths are and go elsewhere. And I bet there's more of us, with deeper pockets, than there are of YOU.
Now, I always want to walk into places like Hooters, point to my sagging, nursed all my kids, 40+ yo rack, and say, "Hey girls, mine used to look like yours, before they got put to work!" Or I could be the "after" in a "before and after motherhood" dance contest at one of those strip joints! Picture it - men would run screaming from the building, clutching their eyes, moaning "My eyes, my eyes!"
I don't think you're a prude - I think our society is going down the tubes rapidly. What's next? Hooters commercials during Dora the Explorer? Sheesh.
This reminds me of the movie "Idiocracy." A terrifying glimpse of where our country is headed.
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