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Why Women Go to Strip Clubs

We are acquiring power. But is it feminist or chauvinist?

By Carla Lucchetta, 16 Feb 2006, TheTyee.ca

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Is 'raunch culture' behind the appeal?

This is the fourth in The Tyee's Love on the Edge series.]

On any given night at Brandi's Exotic Nightclub in Vancouver, the women equal, and sometimes outnumber, the men. Sure, it's touted as a bridge between a nightclub and a venue for adult entertainment, a comfortable place for couples and women, but you can't escape the fact that women on stage are incrementally peeling off their clothes. The advent of what some people are calling "raunch feminism" is what is driving a whole bunch of trends like this lately - from pole and lap dancing lessons under the clever marketing guise of fitness, to Girls Gone Wild, and its Canuck counterpart Wild Canadian Girls, where young women at Mardi Gras and Spring Break flash, spread and simulate lesbianism - not for money, but simply for cameras.

Sexual power, a well-practiced special talent of women, could be one reason why so many of us are frequenting strip clubs these days. Another might be women's well-conditioned habit of competing with each other for the attention of men. It cold be that we simply want to keep a watchful eye on our boyfriends / husbands. Or maybe that we want to learn a thing or two to keep him happy. One woman I spoke with confessed that ever since her boyfriend cheated on her with a stripper, she goes to the clubs to prove to herself that "they're all skanks." But I get the feeling it has more to do with taking away a few tips to ensure that it never happens again.

Occupational hazard

I've spent some time over the years at the clubs. It was plain old curiosity that started me. I once had a boyfriend who visited a certain popular strip club in Toronto every Wednesday night. He was a journalist, so to put a sugar coat on it, he confessed his "sin" very carefully over dinner one night, telling me it was "research." He needn't have bothered; just about every guy I know goes to watch women take their clothes off. But I was struck by the regularity of his visits and it made me want to go find out what the allure might have been.

I got my chance one night while out bar-hopping with my friend Jay. We ended up at his army alumni Christmas party at one of Toronto's less seemly gentleman's clubs. Not counting the strippers and half clad waitresses, I was the only woman in the room. Among all the testosterone, I felt like I was finally getting a glimpse into the secret world of men. It didn't take long to figure out that although sex was the commodity, the trade was in money and, mostly, power. As I sat front and centre watching the women, and flirting with Jay and his buddies, I realized that although fully clothed, I had my own particularly enjoyable hold in the room.

I admit, I liked that feeling and started going to the clubs whenever I got a chance, always with men. It was, after all, at such odds with my strict Catholic upbringing to enjoy looking at naked women while talking so openly with men about their desires and how I might learn to fulfill them.

Popular disappointment

That's why I was disappointed at Brandi's recently, when I first noticed the marked increase in the number of women milling about the club. I told people I was upset on behalf of men at the invasion of one of their last bastions of male-hood. But that was only part of it. No longer could I portray myself as an evolved, accepting, un-jealous woman, all the while secretly loving the attention I got in a room mostly full of appreciative men. In the past, my only competition for the male gaze were the untouchable fantasies bumping and grinding on stage.

Here, all kinds of women were annoyingly causing distraction from the main event. Some were sitting in "gyno row," offering their breasts for the strippers to grab, while others were kissing and groping right in the eye-line between men and the stage. I asked former stripper Annie Temple about this. She said, "Those are the women I used to drag on stage since, obviously, they wanted to be there. But is it better to act glaringly rude for attention and not get paid? Or, to dance in a legitimate occupation for the same attention and be paid well?"

Of course, I never put myself in this scenario since I wouldn't considered being up on stage. I only wanted to bear witness to the goings-on.

I wonder though, is there anywhere men can go anymore just to be men? Don't they go to strip clubs for the fantasy of it all, for a little tease by the unattainable, to get a good look at a hot woman but not have to be responsible for how she feels? Mix real, live, available woman with fantasy prototypes in a sex club and watch what happens. I suspect we've reached a point where the line of demarcation between the two is barely visible.

It wasn't that long ago when strippers occupied the low end of the social and professional stratosphere, but with women so keen to emulate them, it seems their stars are on the rise. Are strippers the new superwomen? I am woman, watch me strip! It used to be, you weren't a real woman unless you had a kid. Now it seems imperative to learn to dangle upside-down on a pole. If pole dancing is fitness, (and I'm not saying strippers aren't talented acrobats) then why are students entering competitions in stripper gear and featured at consumer events like the recent Naughty But Nice Sex Show? When I asked Aradia Fitness co-owner Tracy Gray how "fitness" includes the vinyl thigh-high spike heeled boots she said, without a shred of irony, "They help grip the pole."

Stripped-down celebrities

Stripper culture's bleed into the mainstream has been enthusiastically led by some of the most popular celebrities like Carmen Electra, Britney Spears, Teri Hatcher and even Oprah, who took a whirl on the pole during one of her trend shows. Women are now staging stagettes at male strip clubs instead of going to see men take it all off. In an age of deconstruction of norms and traditions, young women truly seem to believe that this anything-goes-and-shows attitude is just an inherited right, fought for by feminist foremothers. New York journalist and feminist Ariel Levy calls this new breed Female Chauvinist Pigs: "She is post-feminist. She is funny. She gets it. She doesn't mind cartoonish stereotypes of female sexuality, and she doesn't mind a cartoonishly macho response to them. The FCP asks: Why worry about disgusting or degrading when you could be giving - or getting - a lap dance yourself? Why try to beat them when you can join them?"

If this is truly the trend, I'm a little concerned that we might be selling ourselves short. Each of us, after all, has our own instinctual sexuality that's what makes chemistry so interesting. So, I don't really get why we have to borrow someone else's idea (or a whole culture's one-dimensional idea) about how to be sexy.

What I was discovering, though, is that my own observations in the clubs were enhancing, and maybe even altering, my sense of my own sexuality.

On another trip to Brandi's, I met Crystal, a lovely, tall brunette whom, you could say, initiated me into the "female" experience of male strip clubs. I joined her all-girl table to find out why they were there and she was only too happy to tell. "I love to look at naked women," she said, adding that she appreciates the athleticism of the strippers. She had recently become engaged, but that didn't stop her, though her fiancé didn't ever care to join her. Leading me up to "gyno row" she asked me if I was married. No, I said. She leaned intoxicatingly close to advise, "Before you get married you should be with a woman, at least once."

It wasn't long after we sat down that the man next to me offered me five bucks to give to the stripper. Earlier, a couple of men told me they were annoyed at the presence of so many women, that it changed the experience for them. Not this guy. He was paying to see me interact with the dancer. Now, after reading about female chauvinist pigs, I'm wondering if my own behaviour makes me one. I'm certainly not consciously aware of recasting my feminism as "empowerment" to behave badly, but there was something exciting in this new and seemingly forbidden world. Here was a woman thrusting her private parts very close to my face. The pull to look was strong and I pushed the default Catholic shame aside. She looked the same as me, only intriguingly different.

Private dancer

Sitting with the twenty-something Crystal, it occurred to me that consuming pornography of any kind is fairly normal for her generation (hence the female chauvanist pig trend) while for me, in my mid-forties, it's still in many ways taboo.

This experience, and Crystal's advice, stayed in my consciousness so much that a few months later at Brandi's, a little more inebriated than usual, I allowed myself to be escorted to the back, curtained area for my own private "non-contact" lap dance. My dancer, another brunette, was the perfect mix of athletic and feminine - petite with smallish breasts, a well toned, tanned and unmarked body. I found it utterly uncomfortable to be in a sexual situation without being able to touch and yet exciting to want to. She told me she thought I was pretty and I hoped she really did. Was this normal procedure? While there's no shortage of men willing to escort me to the peeler bar to do my "research," they sure are reluctant to admit to paying for lap dances, let alone to reveal the appeal. So I have no idea if this woman really liked me or if she was just earning her keep. But I do understand how a man, lonely or not, with a satisfying personal life, or without one might be flattered and attracted to such attention. No strings attached. Just a little harmless exchange of discretionary cash. What happens at the club stays at the club.

In an essay from What I Meant to Say: The Private Lives of Men, writer Ian Brown breaks his experience down like this, "I went to the club to bring lust into a more honourable place in my life, to normalize my desire, to make it less of a big deal. For a man, looking is part of his education. It's one way he learns the difference between what he wants and what he can have; or between what he thinks he wants, is supposed to want and what he actually needs."

Maybe that's what I've been doing in the strip clubs; coming to terms with my own sexuality which I've always worried I placed in too high prominence; trying to understand what men want, why they want it and how I can give it; and dealing with my curiosity about women without having to consummate it. For now, I think I've had enough and I'm only too happy to leave these dens to the men who, at least according to some I spoke to, are hankering to reclaim their territory.

Carla Lucchetta is a freelance writer and TV producer. Her commentary on "the way we live today" can be found at HerKind.com.  [Tyee]

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  • Shasta

    7 years ago

    Comments on "Why Women Go to Strip Clubs"

    I've been to strip clubs... for men... & I am not gay... I love watching the men make fools of themselves... before I got married, it was a great place to pick up men and get 'some'....

    These women make 1/2 decent money and are doing a job. They are mothers, daughters, whatever... and love to sit and chat.. have a drink with and visit with people between 'sets'.

    Remember.. they are human... women... AND QUIT WHIPPING LOONIES AT THEIR CROTCHES!!!!

  • samwagar

    7 years ago

    I went to a strip club once, twenty-five years ago. I was out hanging around with a friend of mine while he was looking for a cool shirt, we didn't find anything so we decided to stop off and have a bite to eat. We ended up in this little bar and greasebomb plae near the university and ordered burgers and a beer. While we were sitting and waiting for them we noticed a few more guys coming in and settling themselves at the tables nearby. And then, just when our fiood arrived, this woman climbed up on the little stage in the corner and took off her clothing. There didn't seem to be any particular purpose to it, I wasn't especialy erotically interested, and I ate my food and drank my beer and headed off with no fuss, shortly after she finished her set.

    I findwomen I know erotic, women I don't know not especially, and I often hang around naked with friends, so what's the big deal? In a sex-positive, healthy culture (if there ever were such a thing) strip clubs would close down, and erotic dance would be broadcast on TV after dinner. Something to work toward.

    Best wishes.

  • Coyote

    7 years ago

    Amusing read. I'm so removed from this phenomena of women going to "men's" strip clubs", I didn't even know it was going on. But then, I guess, what should one expect from an "old man", long married. (Though even, maybe especially, we have our fantasies too.)

    But even when I was young, which wasn't that long ago :-), loving the female body no less now than I did then actually, I then as now had a rather serious dislike of public strip clubs. (Which is not a claim to being less of a perv or kinkster to other men or "more moral".) They simply made/make me feel uncomfortable-, for the woman humping the pole up there, and for myself, for I really did feel I was being exploited. (And I seriously hate being exploited by anyone.)

    And of course, to me, there is as was a certain callous pointlessness to such overt sexual display, when it leads nowhere that I could tell, certainly not to consumation-, which to me is the only relevant point of such clothes off, in your face display. And it is certainly far, far way and beyond the classic flirting all men and women engage in, and which I do enjoy, even now.

    Now masturbation is, of course, also an aspect of human, male and female, sexuality. And my sense of the stripper thing, everytime I did follow the "run with the bulls" into some more or less sleazy watering hole strip joint was that this plugged into that aspect of human sexuality more than anything else. (It's there on the same level with the widespread availability of porn, with the same masturbatory stimulation/ exploitation objective to it. Which sometimes makes me suspect that there really is more male and female masturbation going on, than any real sex between the sexes per se. (Certainly it would be one explanation to the low birth rate.) Hopefully, I'm wrong. But there is something really strange going on between men and women right now-, is my sense of it, though the relationship has nearly always been more or less strained, or had a tension to it. And "feminism", at least in some of its forms and outcomes, contrary to the early expectations of those I was associated with, has not reduced that, but if anything the tension is even more strained, in my sense of it. Am I wrong? )

    Anyway, I accept that consenting adults should be free to do what they do, and I certainly wouldn't want to over moralize about the male or female stripper. It's enough, for me, that the "public" way of it makes me uncomfortable, which does as it has, lead me to avoid it. The naked woman I want to see is, and I love a naked woman, within reach and going to receive my manhood. Cold shower sex is not where its at with me. Never was. :-)

    Anyway, a fun and interesting read.

  • Deadend

    7 years ago

    I'm sure alot of us have actually seen the article by Aubry Levy which was published in MacLeans a few months ago. I am a man and I think it was absolute genious.

    Levy describes a common line from the girls doing this as "I want to be like a man". It isn't much of a leap of faith to realize that a big part of this behaviour is rejecting the femininity. Ironic in that the whole name of the game is looking at naked chicks. But common - femininty is a whole lot more than tits and ass.

    There is that neediness, that wanting love, that romantisization. Granted these are not traits exclusive to women, but there is a feminine edge to the way women go about it. And these are traits that as a man I find really attractive (and wake up guys, this is one of her most feminine traits that is far less likely to fade as fast as the rest with age). And yet the current trend is to demonize these feminine traits, because they denote weakness or something. Make women into men, right down to the competing for beautiful women. The guys that chear this on...... get a grip, you're selling yourselves so short.

    Seriously we're really heading towards this porn-drenched lesbian-o-phile version of the Brave New World. Where not only people but their relationships are comoditized, and love is for sex rather than vice verse.

  • Step easy

    7 years ago

    My girlfriend just called me. It's late and i i usually don't get a call from her at this hour. She called simply because she wanted to hear my voice. She wanted to talk to me. Now this is sexy.

    What a great feeling. Truly. Makes me feel terrific. I hadn't realized it, but i was in need of a little intimate conversation as well and i'm so glad i did get to talk to her tonight.

    Yes, I've been to a number of strip clubs. Mainly while i was in my twenties. The women are always beautiful. Undoubtedly. Pysically appealing to be sure. But for whatever reason, i never, ever seemed to find them all that 'sexy'. I could never get off on that. I don't know-i went along with the guys in whatever moment we happened to be in but it always seemed a little cheap. And usually it left me feeling somewhat disgusted with myself. Maybe i have an issue here. I mean, why don't i just lighten up right? It's only harmless fun.

    And the truth is, I have no problem with women taking off their clothes. In fact, i'd be the first in line to jump into a human daquiri with a pair of university nymphettes going/gone wild, but, when it comes right down to it, I have to admit, I find the intimacy of sincere conversation and subtle feminine affection far more alluring than sitting in a room full of men guzzling cheap draft and gawking at a woman with too much synthetic lubrication swathed over herself.

  • Gustav

    7 years ago

    Years ago, a married friend of mine who occasionally went to strip clubs told me he had recently confessed it to his wife, hoping to make her understand the purely physical attraction of male voyeurism. Unhappily, she was deeply upset and insisted that he never go to such places again.

    "So, what did you reply?" I asked.

    "I'll never do it again," he said.

    "Never do what again?" I asked.

    "Never tell her again!"

  • jtothemfk

    7 years ago

    Coyote reflects,

    Quote:
    And of course, to me, there is as was a certain callous pointlessness to such overt sexual display, when it leads nowhere that I could tell, certainly not to consumation-, which to me is the only relevant point of such clothes off, in your face display.

    and continues

    Quote:
    Now masturbation is, of course, also an aspect of human, male and female, sexuality...[the widespread availability of porn] Which sometimes makes me suspect that there really is more male and female masturbation going on, than any real sex between the sexes per se.

    I think, as the writer suggests as one aspect, at any rate, that there is a power dynamic involved. Obviously, said dynamic relates, is in fact inseperable from, sexuality itself, but is not sexuality itself. Coyote cannot see the callous pointlessness when it doesn't end up with the real thing. I suggest that many men go to a strip club, not with any intention of it leading to the real thing; you could probably count on one finger how many men pop a wood while watching a peeler; certainly there may be something in the male viewer's mind that fantasizes about getting with the viewee but that is more incidental than the point, I think. It has to do with power. And it is a fall out of feminism and secularism more than it is of any innate sexual desire of men to see strange women dance naked in a semi-public space. I am not disparaging feminism nor the rise of secularism. I have welcomed both, but I am not ignorant enough to suggest that only "good" comes from both. I suggest it's a political/gender thing that makes the average modern man attend strip bars. Speaking for myself, and I don't think I'm unique, I from time to time go to a strip club just to feel like participating in a ritual whereby the woman dances for me and I am a man. As the writer says, it's much about the cash, an economic deal. But there's no economy without the demand. So at root, in our time, I submit most men go because it's a place where roles are clear still. "Woman naked, man watch". Related to sex but not really about sex. I figure I haven't made my point very clearly but maybe some out there catch my drift.

  • lynn

    7 years ago

    Interesting comments by all...and some very honest writing, Carla.

    My first reaction to the strip clubs, pole dancing etc is how highly choreographed and even predictable they are...

    Though I do get your point, jtothemfk, about it being an uncomplicated refuge for men (and apparently now even for women) from so many of "the rules" now surrounding the man-woman interplay.

    The movie, Dr. Zhivago, has a scene in it, which says what I would like to say much better than I ever could.

    Though known more as a historical romance... it really is one of the sexiest movies around, I think, at least, because it gets that almost silent quality, that mystery, present in the deep resonant quality of real sex.

    It is a wonderful scene, Lara is simply ironing and she is lit by director David Lean in this wonderful light, while Yuri stands in the darkness watching her, trying to say good-bye by declaring the love both of them are denying. She is trying her best to appear non-chalant and concentrate on her ironing...but every time her old heavy iron hits the ironing board, the sound of it is like the desperate thud and pull of their hearts towards each other.

    Nothing is "outside" in this scene between the two of them, nothing staged...it is all "inside."

    They don't need to take their clothes off..though you know they eventually will. It is just the sexiest, lovely scene because of the sense of deep intimacy it suggests.

    Nothing against strip bars, whatever makes you happy, only I think, they are more of a performance act...keeping men and women at a safe distance from the depth of their real feelings.

  • allan

    7 years ago

    jtothemfk, you make good points and don't worry about not being clear. It's a tough subject to even talk about for most of us.

    I seldom go to peeler bars. The last time was in San Fransisco about eight years ago when my wife and I joined another couple for a weekend there.

    The hubby wanted a visit so I tagged along.

    Let's face it strip clubs, peeler bars, whatever you call them, are pretty tame considering what is available elsewhere today and, in my estimation, are about as risque as the latest Victoria's Secrets catalogue available to anyone who applies.

    My wife, who is now my ex, liked to look and that excited me as much as the pics, er.. I mean the latest swim suit lines.

    Hey Canada Post delivers so it ain't official porn.

    In fact, I'd suggest strip bars as pretty much sex neutral places where you can look, laugh and have a good time, just as thousands of people do each night before heading off to dreamland.

    It's kind of liberating that you might find a table full of gals sitting right beside, I think.

    Too tame for you? Then stay home and google up something real hot.

    Lynn, love stories are like that for women. Men, unfortunately have trouble reading between the lines unless the subject is stripped right down to the bare essentials.

    Butnot to worry, according to Darwin we'll eventually get beyond it. There's no rush, is there?

  • lynn

    7 years ago

    ahh, that's one comment I wish I hadn't written...I sound like such a romantic dork....

    Quote:
    Butnot to worry, according to Darwin we'll eventually get beyond it. There's no rush, is there?, wrote allan

    .

    No rush at all, allan....the bare essentials, in any form they take, are always what life is really about. :-)

    So... what I see as tender longing on the part of Yuri is really just Yuri imagining what Lara would look like naked? I'm quite okay with that as well...in a parallel universe kind of way. :-)

  • allan

    7 years ago

    Lynn, without getting too far out there, I guess it supports the Women are from Venus Men are ....

  • Shasta

    7 years ago

    Quote:
    The movie, Dr. Zhivago, has a scene in it, which says what I would like to say much better than I ever could.

    Though known more as a historical romance... it really is one of the sexiest movies around, I think, at least, because it gets that almost silent quality, that mystery, present in the deep resonant quality of real sex.]

    That is my ALL time favorite movie....

  • Coyote

    7 years ago

    Quote:
    "Nothing against strip bars, whatever makes you happy, only I think, they are more of a performance act...keeping men and women at a safe distance from the depth of their real feelings." Lynn.

    Now that says it, I think. Better than I did.

    And enjoyed Allan's comments as well.

    Lookin' for love in all the wrong places, as the cowboy singer said.

  • mgeoghegan

    7 years ago

    Women go to strip clubs to raise their sexual status. Its the same reason to women who may not be particularily bi-sexual will make out on the dance floor. They know it is guaranteed to get the attention of all the males. They can then select which of the drooling males they wish to bed based on their appearance (ie genes) and or wealth (ability to provide).

  • domino

    7 years ago

    It's well and good to say that women going to strip clubs is the new "trend". But this story never actually proves that. There are no facts or figures to back this up, only the writer's presumption based on going to one strip club.

  • mgeoghegan

    7 years ago

    In defence of the author the preponderence of women now in the audience at strip clubs and even lap dancing establishments is well established as a fairly recent cultural phenomena.

  • RED

    7 years ago

    I just read the article; thank you for writing it. It gave me a chance to look at things differently for a moment. I've done my own research and spent many nights in strip clubs with a different experience. I believe the media still wants to glamorize stripping and these clubs. This makes me afraid for our daughters who may believe this is a wonderful way to make a living. It is not. It is harmful for everyone involved. In your piece, you did touch on the power and money of men in the strip clubs, unfortunately that is what is comes down to, men paying for sex from women, prostitution. They say it's the oldest profession in the world but really it's the oldest way of keeping women down. The whole sex industry is getting out of hand. I wish women would try to beat this instead of join it. Some of what I’ve discovered:

    61% of strippers are routinely called whore
    85% are routinely called Bitch
    94% of strippers said their breasts are grabbed repeatedly
    91% have buttocks grabbed repeatedly
    61% said men have attempted to penetrate them with fingers
    39% were indeed penetrated
    100% of strippers said they are propositioned for prostitution
    79% said it’s daily
    67% of strippers said men expose their penises, rub them on the women, and masturbate
    100% reported physical abused by customers

    (How is this good for our daughters… that is somebody’s daughter, sister, maybe even mother)

    Not to mention that Howard Stern said that every stripper he’s ever talked to was sexually abused as a child.

    So it looks like we are allowing the abuse to continue but only now, we’re participating in it!

    But I do believe that women going into these places make it less likely that men will behave in the same way, and that makes the strippers a little safer.

    Sincerely,
    Becky Due
    Author of The Gentlemen's Club, A Story for All Women and Clildren's book, Blue the Bird, On Flying

  • bebedamour64

    7 years ago

    I have to say that although I have attempted to be open minded and see this industry as just that, an industry where money is exchanged for some harmless fantasy/entertainment, as a woman, a daughter, a sister and a mother, I just can't quite buy the harmlessness of this. There is a sub-current of contempt and oppression in this so-called entertainment where it is indeed all about power and money, both of which are controlled, for the most part, by men. Yes, the dancers are well paid, but the lingering, negative stereotypes that are formed in these strip clubs spill out into the real world and affect women who don't get paid to get leered at, grabbed at or just plain disrespected. I think the women going to strip clubs and declaring themselves "liberated" and "just like one of the guys" are basically lying to themselves and it is really just another way to compete for the male regard, and if you can beat the sripper at her own game, well, aren't you hot! It's unfortunate that our society is so turned on by degradation. We are so far away from what is truly fascinating about sex, that mysterious, driving force of potentially creating life.

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