the first time i got into good shape and lost a lot of weight i was just about to turn 19. and i remember flipping channels and hearing some comedian joking about women "not getting" strip clubs.
[i was reminded of this because i recently found myself becoming one of those women, which i swore i'd never be.]
anyway, the punchline was something about how -- sarcastically -- surely it's not because there's appeal in watching a 19-year old hardbody grind herself against a pole. (har, har.)
and so, 10 years ago, it hit me like a ton of bricks. *of course* that's attractive: a pretty, fit, half-naked woman making a specatcle of her sexuality. duh. *of course* men want to see that.
and then i realized there was no reason *i* couldn't be that pretty, fit, confident, sexual woman myself (minus the getting paid by strangers to jaunt around half-naked on stage). so that's who i worked to become.
and thanks to this helpful reminder, it's what i'll work towards again.
hey, they don't teach pole dancing at gyms these days for nothin'.