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Why do students suddenly care about their grade A WEEK before the semester's over?

Here's a clue: If you haven't done jack shit for work, your grade probably isn't going to be very high. Telling me you need this class to graduate isn't going to do a whole lot to thaw out the chunk of black ice that resides in my heart. You should've thought of that earlier.

Honestly.

In other news, teh boi went to a bachelor party last night, and... I'm confused.

Okay, so they went to a strip club. And I'm okay with that -- I am. I don't care if he goes to strip clubs. I'm not one of those insecure freakazoids who are all "OMGIFORBIDYOU!" over that sort of thing. George loves me. He's coming home to me. Why should I care if he looks at a naked woman whose vocational path has led her to swing on a pole for money? I've gone to strip clubs.

*waits for the shock to settle in*

Yes, really. The places were kind of skanky, but I was with a big group of people, and, frankly, there was nowhere else to go (the woes of living in a backwater 'burb). *shrug* It was fun, actually. Those women don't have anything I don't have. Okay, theirs might be surgically enhanced, but that's beside the point. I'm not insecure. I'm not jealous. I'm just not.

So, when he came home (at 2:00 am, mind you), I was more concerned with the fact that he stunk of alcohol (he swore to me that he'd had time enough to sober up, stopped drinking at 11, had plenty to eat in the meantime, etc.). And when I asked him if he'd had a lap dance, he wrinkled his nose and said he hadn't.

Apparently he was the only guy who didn't.

"They're women who crawl around the floor for dollar bills, Kara," he'd said.

Why is this logic lost on me? I mean, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? He's not lying -- I know he isn't. Because he knows that I wouldn't really care if he'd HAD a lap-dance. If these women choose to objectify themselves, who am I to disagree? I don't know -- maybe I'm looking at it from an economic standpoint. Supply and demand, that sort of thing.

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?

Mind you, I"m not complaining that my boi seems to have stronger moral character than most. But it does perplex me.

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the chunk of black ice that resides in my heart

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*

I'd agree pretty much with what White Death said.

A lot of guys I know don't mind looking, but sometimes, the touching is just too much.

And I've been to a couple of strip clubs as well. It was kind of fun. I even put the dollars where they belongs on the girls. I think my boyfriend at the time got almost as big a kick out of it as I did.

yeah, men are bastards. I am one.

....

Not to hijack the thread or anything but... a bastard or a man?

Because if you're a guy, dude, how long have you been a guy? And how did I miss that?

I am so out of it....

Don't worry, it's not you, it's me (how many times have I said that in my life? XD). I'm transgender. I don't think I'd feel comfortable playing a misogynist freak like Shigure if I didn't have that little heterosexual man sitting on my shoulder and giving me advice. =)

I did not know that! It's okay, I was just like, wait, what?

Of course, now my inner English major is puzzling over what pronouns to use in my endless need to be precise in the use of language, but whatever. It's not you, it's me. :D

I did not know that!

It's not like it comes up in casual conversation very often. XD

It's okay, I was just like, wait, what?

I know, sorry. I'm infamous for doing that on a few different subjects.

Of course, now my inner English major is puzzling over what pronouns to use in my endless need to be precise in the use of language, but whatever.

Whatever, indeed. ^^ Biologically female still and continuing to be, so those pronouns work fine.

It's not you, it's me. :D

*noogies*

Heh, George is really starting to remind me of my boyfriend John. John just went to a Bachelor Party too... And did not get a lap dace (it was called a couch dance at club the went to) However his reasoning was more of a hygiene issue... "Dude, I don't know where this girl has been! I don't want her rubbing her dirty... you know... touching me and stuff" *snickers* Men! At least they keep us entertained with their antics.

*shrug* He just didn't want one. Sounds like his common sense overrode his Y chromosome...it's shocking, but I've actually seen it happen firsthand on rare occasion. (It also bears mentioning that Dad said he stopped going to strip clubs when he didn't feel right buying lap dances, but when he was putting his money in the strippers' G-strings, he had an epiphany: "Wait...what am I getting by putting this here?" X'D Then he went home and called Mom. Not sure if they were married at the time, though one hopes not.)

I didn't realize ANYTHING could overrun the power of the Y chromosome!

This warrants research and study!!

My husband came home from the strip club with his co workers. He was like yeah we went, but all I could do was think to tell the women working. "If I give you this five will you buy yourself a sandwich." He was shocked that no one else felt the need to feed the women that were so skinny and dancing. The next time he went apparently he offended one girl when his buddy was drooling and he made a comment something to the effect of, "those can't be real." I am still the only wife or partner that know they all went. It has become this big conspiracy at the office to keep it quiet. I don't care if he goes he comes home to me, but I do get a kick out of the after reports with such tidbits as, "Then he missed his mouth with his burger and he kept chewing." or "She was so thin, that if those were real they had to have been from someone else." My husband says the best part about going with his friends is the people watching.

So don't feel bad that you aren't as upset as apparently people that don't trust their significant others would be in such a situation. It just means you aren't that needy is my take on it.

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