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What We Can Learn from Strippers


Last night, I went out with a girlfriend and her guy friend to a strip club. It was supposed to be a far larger group outing but it ended up being small. We went to http://www.pinupsatlanta.net which is right around the corner from my house. It’s larger than most strip clubs…and in Atlanta...it’s about as normal as anything to see straight women and couples and friends having a blast at the strip club. The women are sort of secondary to the outing itself. But….they are still there. Ass clapping and boobs shaking all over the place. And in ATL…we get totally naked (which is why we might be the strip club capital of the USA…) I turned down dances with politeness...and some of the girls were really beautiful…others...looked like Gucci Mane… (LOL)…

In my observation of the scantily clad women and their moves…I feel we have a lot to learn from strippers and strip clubs in general. As I sat there swirling in Black and Mild smoke and the scent of Bath and Body Works/Victoria’s Secret Spray…..I realized a few things.

Emotional detachment is definitely a key to relationships. Strippers don’t have anything invested in these customers. They separate their emotions from how they feel. Sometimes I wish I could look at relationships that way. Sometimes I get to emotionally invested when I shouldn’t. Get in. Get out. It’s just a job. Speaking of which…

A job is just a job. On the surface, these girls seem to be pretty low brow for taking their clothes off. But I’m sure some are working their way through college or even professional schools. One girl said...”I don’t do this for my man...this is just a job”. One girl, who hit on me consequently, was taking more cash from the fellas than the chicks, although it was obvious she was digging on girls a little bit harder than most. (LOL).

Learn to be flexible. I don’t mean just simple agility on a pole, I mean literally flexible and changing with the times. True, the whole “flexibility on the pole” is def something to aspire to, but just going with the flow. I saw them move and sway with ease to the music…as soon as it changed tempo...they moved to another beat. You got to learn to be that way in real life.

Sex Sells for Everyone. There were about as many men as women at the club and not all of them were lesbians. There were couples there too, enjoying the view (and no doubt getting turned on). Girls who got the most cash were the ones who performed the nastiest, dirtiest routines. I did little mental notes because I wanted to learn how to “shake it fast for Daddy”… (When I get a man….LOL).


You May Not Be Perfect, but You are Perfect to Someone Out There. There were all kinds of women...thick ones...skinny ones...Big butts...flat butts (well...not too many of them). One of the guys we were with was VERY particular. HE didn’t like certain girls...he wanted petite girls with BIG butts. I, on the other hand, found women who looked shapelier to be nice. He goes...”They are flabby”. I was like…hmm…these girls are perfection to someone…not everyone. You have to view yourself that way. You are perfect...but may not be perfect to someone else.

If you get rejected, someone else will want you. Strippers have to deal with rejection all night. People turning down dances. Turning down the advances of gross fellas but no sooner do they have to deal with a rejection, they get a tap on the shoulder for a dance. They take it all in stride…and just keep it moving (literally…LOL).

I can’t say that I am a frequent customer of the strip club world. But, I will say I have a greater appreciation for what they do. Maybe when I go back, I’ll get a little lap dance (or two), throw some stacks, and keep what I’ve learned in mind.

Comments

  1. Why does that sound like fun? Especially the black and mild part? lol!!

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  2. i have been to a few strip clubs in ATL here and there, and i agree there are a few Gucci Manes amongst the countless attractive women there.

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  3. lol @ the black and mild part sounding fun. this was such a GREAT post. i'd never thought about all of the lessons u could truly learn from skrippers.

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  4. Soror, I can agree with everything you said for the most part except number 1. If you aren't emotionally invested, then how will you move towards anything serious? I guess I can understand not doing it too soon. We ladies do get caught up like that.

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  5. i've worked in strip clubs (makeup & waitressing) & can say from a behind-the-scenes view, you are absolutely correct in your observations! i have my bones to pick with the industry (most of the girls aren't in any type of school to speak of & get caught up in the more destructive aspects of the lifestyle... AND ppl now hold women to even more unrealistic standards...) but that's another blog entry altogether.

    good for you being open minded.

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