You're messing it up for the rest of us

Read and then let's discuss: http://washingtonexaminer.com/local/crime-punishment/2011/05/woman-sues-strip-club-charging-women-more



Shut up and sit down somewhere!



 Listen, sister.  I completely understand why you'd be angry at yet another instance of peen preference in this male-dominated society of ours.  I TOTALLY get it.  It sucks that we make $.77 to every man's $1.00.  Usually, I'd be right behind you with my bra (the one with the broken wire that stabs my underboob) and a lighter ready to torch some shit.

But, I beg of you.  Find another fight.  Pleeeease, think of the bigger picture.

If you win, this sets the precedent for MEN to turn around and protest LADIES' NIGHTS.  Come on girrrrrrrrrrl.  Think of us broke broads just trying to get in somewhere for free and shake what our mommas gave us to "I'm the SH*T". 


I'm one of those people who doesn't believe in paying a cover.  And I thanked 8 lb 6oz baby Jesus that I was born a (cute) woman because that means I generally don't have to pay for my god-given right to get low.  It's that little bit of silver lining that takes the edge off of childbirth, menstrual cramps, and stiletto hammertoe.  Why are you trying to ruin that for me?


I may get my feminist card revoked, but I don't necessarily hate double standards.  I get that it sucks when you apply one rule to given set of individuals.  I fully embrace the right for a woman to be whoever she wants to be (see, still a feminist).  But, the realist in me says, listen, we already make less money than men.  If we get a little bit of advantage in this cold, cruel world, then yay us!


Let's consider the circumstance here.  Who pays more money at titty bars in the long run?  Guys.  I know plenty of women go to strip clubs now (shout out to Magic City, which I did see the outside of--that story may come later)  and that they do spend money.  Maybe I'm applying too much of myself, but I'm not blowing a paycheck to watch a med student climb some dirty pole and pop her Brazilian in my face.  I'm not deluded in thinking that I'm really going to impress this stripper by my willingness to make it rain.  Maybe I'd pay for a lap dance...maaaaybe.  But men stroll in that establishment ready to drop at least a car note on some lap dances and a trip to the champagne room.  I'm just not doing it.  I'm circling the block for 23 minutes, parallel parking in a shady neighborhood, and taking three shots before I get out of the car.  Then I hand the rest of the bottle to a nearby wino and ask him to watch my car.


Long story short, you're getting $30 out of me--tops.  If that means $20 on admission and $10 on a drink, so be it.  Your tip went toward the rent.  Sorry Nevaeh, take that up with the management.


Sigh, I just wish people would think things through before they started getting all militant.