Women question me all the time about my job. Why do men like strip clubs? Why do they pick you? Why they can’t men stay home with us?
You know what my answer is?
Something I have learned in my years in the sex industry is that sometimes it’s really not the man’s fault (yes, the exception are those perverted pricks we all know). But in reality, men can’t always be blamed. Men are unusual creatures. For most, the wind blows and they get a little excited (I would too if my stuff hung out between my legs all day long). Men love women. They love sex. Hence, the birth of a strip club.
A strip club is a great place for men to hang out: they can drink and stare at beautiful women all night long. You know why they go there to hang out? Because, for the most part, they love you. They go a safe place where they can look at women without getting in trouble, to do it guilt-free. Because they love you. They do. They tell me. Half the time when I am grinding against your boyfriend he talks about you. About how pretty you are, how you first met, how you do this cute little thing when you laugh too much. It’s sweet. Really.
Men come to strip clubs to drink and feel like men. It’s a fantasy for them. Kind of like that feeling you get when you walk through the Saks Fifth Avenue shoe department or the Louis Vuitton store. It’s a rush. It’s fun. When men come to strip clubs it is not because they don’t love you or find you attractive. You are probably 10 times better looking than the girls in the strip clubs anyway. They just sometimes have to get away for a few hours, excuse themselves from one episode of Grey’s Anatomy to go feel like a man with their buddies. Let them. Don’t ridicule them about it when they get home either. They don’t ridicule us when we nag them 50 times about going to see the new Sex & The City movie or about those new Jimmy Choos in the window at Boyd’s.
I appreciate women. I think we are beautiful and powerful creatures, but sometimes we just drive men crazy. Do you know why? Because we are all. I mean take a step back and look around. We put a lot of pressure on men. I want the newest Louis Vuitton bag. I want jewelry. I want a vacation. I want dinner at Morton’s. I want new shoes. I want a big engagement ring. I want a big fancy wedding. I want a big house and a yard and a dog and babies. I want and I want want want…
The men I have met are gladly willing to adhere to their lady’s wants, but some pay the price. They break their backs at the office to make sure you have a comfortable life. They scrimp and they save and they try to do their best and sometimes that is never enough. And do you appreciate it? Do you really appreciate that new handbag? Or does the novelty wear off when the latest issue of Vogue comes out and says that it’s all about crocodile clutches? Take a step back.
What have you done for him lately?
Men come into my work all the time for an escape. Some pay me the price of that handbag to complain about their wife or girlfriend. They bitch because you’ve stopped having sex. You’ve stopped letting him feel like the strong man you fell in love with. They do love you and they wouldn’t be sitting in the raunchy strip club if maybe you’d pay attention to him at the end of long work day. Shit, maybe if you just said “thank you” once in a while.
My job is to make him feel like a man again. I won’t ask him if he took the trash out or if he wants to try out a new clay mask. I’ll tell him what he wants to hear. That he is handsome, smart and successful. I’ll stroke his ego. Build him back up so he can go home and remember how much he loves you. I’m really doing the both of you a service.
Girls, my point is: don’t blame your man for going to a strip club. Let him drink with his buddies and feel like a king. I’ll do my part. You do yours.
AroundPhilly Staff
