where's your two?

back from the monkeyboy reunion weekend. i can’t really go into the details, but let it be said that a lot of fun was had, a lot of meat was eaten, and a lot of strippers now have our money we are now inexplicably poorer.

upon retrospect, i think what really makes the weekend enjoyable is this: when you’re in high school, you’re pretty much a weirdo because all of this crazy shit is going on in your head, and so you think of something and POP it comes out, and people hear it and think that you’re just weird. but as you get older you develop some rules and the ability to censor yourself, and even though this crazy shit is still in your head, you learn to make it sound sensible and reasonable or at least funny, and thus become more adult and mature. but suddenly you’re back with all your friends from high school do you just let all that weird shit fly without worrying about it, and it’s great because it’s bizarre and funny and we all get it because we’re all strange in that same way that made us get along back in high school in the first place.

it’s either that or the strippers. speaking of which, while i did appreciate that really soft smc coed, i spent a lot of time debating whether taiwanese are actually chinese with one stripper. I KID YOU NOT. granted, it’s not really the best come on line with me, but i have to give her credit— she wasn’t just spouting reckless ignorance and did have some insight and experience in to the matter. all of which we discussed in great detail. great detail.

i also have to admit that after these weekends with untold hours watching strippers, coming back into the real world is not unlike a post-burning man phenomenon. except instead of being surprised that people have so many clothes on, i look at girls and wonder if they would look good as a stripper or not. of course this is exactly the type of behaviour that anti-stripper feminists would cite as degrading, but it’s not quite that simple: you look around the world, and almost no one you see could be a stripper in the first place. certainly there’s the obvious stripper physique that most people lack due to absence of surgery, diet, speed, etc., but then that’s not just it, as they actually can come in all shapes, sizes, and varieties. but even the hot skinny normal girls don’t necessarily qualify. i realize that it’s something about the face: a hardness, a coldness that’s required. like a mask, something that looks pleasant but has closed off emotionally, to protect them from what they have to do. the question is, do they have that attitude and it allows them to choose to be a stripper, or do they develop that face when they become a stripper?

it’s the stripper version of the chicken or the egg question.

on the other hand, like the fish says, “who gives a shit?”

Posted at September 17, 2006 10:25 PM