The lapdancing dilemma

Firstly, I’m certain exploitation is going on, but I can’t quite figure out who is exploiting who.

These clubs sell a fantasy, which seems harmless enough. I would have no problem with my boyfriend watching lap dancers.

I’d have a problem if he slept with one and caught scabies. My benevolence is not eternal.

But really, as a woman who has worked hard to be taken seriously, it sticks in my craw that there are lasses out there willing to wave their bums in people’s faces for a tenner. I’m not sure I want to share a gender with these people.

But, anyway, back to the point. Being the total hypocrite I am, I pushed all thoughts of objectifying women out of my head and tripped off for my lesson.

Which, thankfully, has so far turned out to be mercifully vanilla. The class is amusing, but the most noteworthy point is that after two hours of clattering against a pole, my legs are now completely covered in bruises.

I’m wondering if this is a common thing in the industry. Do all the dancers in pole clubs have bruised legs too?

And more to the point, does anyone look at their legs long enough to notice?

Even more amusing, though, is the fact that my fella seems really pleased that I’m learning to hump poles.

I can’t wait to see the disappointment on his face when he sees me in action.