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01/18/2003 Archived Entry: "Two admissions"
Admission #1: Flashdance is on TV right now, and it reminds me to express my inner pig and tell everyone that if strippers were that cool, artistic, in shape, talented, and interesting - I'd be in the strip club all the time and so would most of the women I know. Unfortunately, strippers are just annoying, somewhat athletic, silicone-enhanced brainless and boring women who care not a lick (pun!) for the audience's enjoyment. After all, the audience is mainly lower-middle class manual labourers who earn considerably less than the women on stage and the women there wouldn't go out with them if they were the last penile-enabled men on the planet. In the years of strip-clubs I have visited all the way across Canada, one performer of all of them made me applaud her creativity. Her (stage) name was Micha Le Chat, and she stripped off her kilt dancing a jig to a quick-paced bagpipe recording. Just those little differences brought down the house.
And to you strip-club DJs...you may call them 'ladies', but the term should be applied as loosely as the half-built poles you ask them to strip on.
If any strippers read this...prove me wrong, please. Then maybe I'd actually want to see another stripper in my lifetime. As it is now, I don't.
Admission #2: I spent an hour this evening watching Trading Spaces, which is very much a female-oriented show. It was their Live Reveal in Las Vegas episode, and it was so screwed up by technical probems (or lousy staff, who kept inserting themselves into the show) that we never got to see the crucial reactions of the owners of the homes which were redecorated.
Now, having been a camera operator (including live feeds), I can understand the difficulties these things impose. But that just plain sucked. What's worse is that I have to admit that I watch Trading Spaces and show my 'not terribly masculine' side to all my gentle readers. But what is a man to do? They've ruined one of my favourite shows!
Excuse me, I'm going to curl up with a fattening frozen dessert, a box of tissues, watch You've Got Mail (or insert some other chickflick) and have a good cry. Hear that? It's the sound of testicles receding across the world.
Just kidding...there are no non-dairy fattening desserts that are any good. [/humour]
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What, watching Trading Spaces isn't manly? Why, if anyone (except Jen) asks, just tell them that you're checking out Genevieve, Amy Wynn, and the impeccably perky Paige. That's my story, and I usually stick to it, except for that time Doug made a movie theater out of someone's family room. I giggled like a schoolgirl and started looking around my own living room. I won't even bother trying to extoll the virtues of Meg Ryan romantic comedies, for surely such a lesson would be lost on one who is so obviously still in command and possession of his testicular fortitude. Next you'll be telling us that drinking Fuzzy Navels and using diaphragms isn't masculine. You and your gender roles. Honestly! Posted by Emasculated Ernie @ 01/20/2003 01:28 PM PST |
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Ernie: Since Jen has left to check the snail mail I can safely tell you that I am indeed scoping out Genevieve like mad. I wouldn't want to actually _live_ with her, but she's got...uhh...attributes that make me sit up and take notice when she's on TV. Posted by Greg @ 01/20/2003 04:09 PM PST |