To burlesque or not to burlesque…
May. 26th, 2009 01:01 pmSo … I’ve been semi-invited to a Burlesque and Blues night this week - and a Burlesque birthday party in July.
Now, of course, I like seeing scantily-clad ladies disrobing as much as the next heterosexual male - the weekend’s soaring temperatures in London proved that as much as anything. But I still can’t decide if it’s the sort of thing I can go to myself and come out feeling, well, good about myself.
It is a world away from seedy stripclubs with strippers who only see you as walking wallets, but I can’t help wondering if I’d come out still feeling slightly seedy and unsure of myself, if only because I hate paying for things.
The Guardian suggests that it has itself become somewhat of an industry that is itself rife for exploitation. But all the railing by feminists against the porn industry hasn’t stopped today’s yoof exposing themselves to anyone and everyone for a bit of fun.
Expression or exploitation?
Originally published at almost witty. You can comment here or there.

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Date: 2009-05-26 02:03 pm (UTC)I think you'd be surprised at how many girls have not told their families what they really do for a living, and I'd imagine if they were found out, they'd say they were coerced and/or exploited.
Most of the dancers in the club I worked in were not local to the area I live in. Most of them make sure they work in towns/cities where they're not likely to meet anyone they know while working.
Which, you know, I can see their point. How awkward would it be if you're parading around in bedroom clothing and your dad or uncle were to walk in while you were working? I know I wouldn't want to take that risk. ;)