Today's blog practically wrote itself when I stumbled across this article about feminists in Portland, Oregon protesting the opening of a vegan strip club. My first reaction to seeing 'vegan' and 'strip club' in the same sentence was 'Yeah baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!' If that gets me kicked out of the feminist club, so be it. I can go back to saying 'snowman' instead of 'snowperson'. Because that was helping so much.
The club, opened by Johnny Diablo, serves veggie burgers and boasts vegan and vegetarian dancers wearing pleather instead of leather (Pleather. I love saying that word. Pleather.)
The feminists claim it's wrong to be promoting animal rights at the expense of exploiting women. Listen dears, enjoying the nude female form (in a safe and consensual way, mind you) is not exploitation any more than a piece of art is exploited when one looks at it.
I'm with the animals on this one. Getting 'history' changed to 'herstory' is hardly as important as stopping the needless suffering of millions of animals. Why don't they protest a non-vegan strip club if they're so worried about the exploitation of women, you ask? 'Cuz the fact is, they're simply taking advantage of the media blitz about the club to get a little of their own attention. Can you say. . exploitation?
So ladies, keep your panties on and let the people enjoy their Boca burgers and boobies.
Hey, if taking my clothes off can help animals (see yesterday's blog), then sign me up. A little exploitation is a small price to pay. And I'll put my money where my mouth is on this one: pledge to go vegan, and I'll send ya' a naughty picture of me. ;-)
Go sexy vegans!!!
(photo source: http://www.myspace.com/casadiablo)
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