"They're women who crawl around the floor for dollar bills, Kara," he'd said.
Why is this logic lost on me?
Well, I'm no expert in George!logic, but that sounds to me like it could mean one of two things. Either:
1) He feels they're nasty and would rather not have them that close to him (which is a valid concern with a lot of strippers and prostitutes) or 2) He felt they were degraded enough without him adding another log to the fire
I mean, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?
I don't find that logic sound in a lot of situations. Do you?
I don't know -- maybe I'm looking at it from an economic standpoint. Supply and demand, that sort of thing.
??? Niamh, you're confusing me. XD Why are you annoyed by this?
But still... he bought a lap-dance for his friend, but didn't get one himself?
I don't get it. Is there something wrong with his Y chromosome?
Well, let me share with you a little story from an ex of mine, and even if it doesn't turn out to have anything to do with George's reasoning, it'll be an interesting anectdote.
Okay. This ex was a male Virgo, and like a lot of male Virgos, he got addicted to porn. Eventually, he was blowing all of his spare dough on strippers and peep shows and questionable stuff like that. He was also in AA at the time. And one girl he knew from meetings was a stripper. And happened to work at a place he sometimes frequented. I should also say that he found this woman attractive and was considering asking her out.
So one night, he was at the club, and she was working, and she took a break to come and talk to him. And they had a nice conversation, and then it was time for her to go back to work. So he bought a lap-dance from her.
Now this SOUNDS like a good idea, in theory, right? You like a girl. She's a hot stripper. You pay her to rub her breasts on you and wriggle in your lap.
Well, he told me it messed him up for DAYS. Because he'd just been talking to HER as a human being. And then he paid her to objectify herself like she did for any old stranger. And he said he actually saw her eyes go completely dead as she went to work on him. It was like her soul left her body. She was no longer a person, she was a sex object.
And, heck. I've had a few friends who stripped. You kind of HAVE to go into that mode in order not to lose your mind over the shit you have to do.
But he didn't realise this, and it forced him to put two and two together. And, yeah, he was turned on, but he was horrified enough to leave right after. And he let go of the idea of asking her out, after that. He might have even stopped going to clubs, after that, I don't recall.
All I'm saying is, yeah, men are bastards. I am one. But SOME of them realise that women are human beings, too. Even the skanky ones.
Why would George want to drop $20-80 to have some syphilis-ridden skank rub all over him when he can just come home and snuggle you, instead? *shrug*
You know you love it when I randomly comment
XD Oh, Niamh. ♥ <--black, just for you ;)
*waits for the shock to settle in*
I'm not shocked. ^^ *gets time-out?*
"They're women who crawl around the floor for dollar bills, Kara," he'd said.
Why is this logic lost on me?
Well, I'm no expert in George!logic, but that sounds to me like it could mean one of two things. Either:
1) He feels they're nasty and would rather not have them that close to him (which is a valid concern with a lot of strippers and prostitutes)
or
2) He felt they were degraded enough without him adding another log to the fire
I mean, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?
I don't find that logic sound in a lot of situations.
Do you?
I don't know -- maybe I'm looking at it from an economic standpoint. Supply and demand, that sort of thing.
???
Niamh, you're confusing me. XD
Why are you annoyed by this?
But still... he bought a lap-dance for his friend, but didn't get one himself?
I don't get it. Is there something wrong with his Y chromosome?
Well, let me share with you a little story from an ex of mine, and even if it doesn't turn out to have anything to do with George's reasoning, it'll be an interesting anectdote.
Okay. This ex was a male Virgo, and like a lot of male Virgos, he got addicted to porn. Eventually, he was blowing all of his spare dough on strippers and peep shows and questionable stuff like that. He was also in AA at the time. And one girl he knew from meetings was a stripper. And happened to work at a place he sometimes frequented. I should also say that he found this woman attractive and was considering asking her out.
So one night, he was at the club, and she was working, and she took a break to come and talk to him. And they had a nice conversation, and then it was time for her to go back to work. So he bought a lap-dance from her.
Now this SOUNDS like a good idea, in theory, right? You like a girl. She's a hot stripper. You pay her to rub her breasts on you and wriggle in your lap.
Well, he told me it messed him up for DAYS. Because he'd just been talking to HER as a human being. And then he paid her to objectify herself like she did for any old stranger. And he said he actually saw her eyes go completely dead as she went to work on him. It was like her soul left her body. She was no longer a person, she was a sex object.
And, heck. I've had a few friends who stripped. You kind of HAVE to go into that mode in order not to lose your mind over the shit you have to do.
But he didn't realise this, and it forced him to put two and two together. And, yeah, he was turned on, but he was horrified enough to leave right after. And he let go of the idea of asking her out, after that. He might have even stopped going to clubs, after that, I don't recall.
All I'm saying is, yeah, men are bastards. I am one. But SOME of them realise that women are human beings, too. Even the skanky ones.
Why would George want to drop $20-80 to have some syphilis-ridden skank rub all over him when he can just come home and snuggle you, instead?
*shrug*