Strip Clubs and Politics

Well that title ought to provoke some interest! Sorry to disappoint,  but it is not going to be as salacious as you might think. Recently, I overheard a conversation that I can't get out of my head. The conversation involved a question posed to a father regarding his daughter. If you could choose, would you rather your daughter worked as a stripper or at a fast food restaurant? Unbelievably to me, the father, a man with at least a bachelor's degree, stated he would choose stripper because you can't live off the wages from a fast food, minimum wage job. It took every ounce of this asshole ' s being to not come at the man like a spider monkey. I don't like strip clubs. It's not that I'm jealous of the beautiful women or concerned my husband secretly wants one of them. No, my dislike of them comes from the fact that they hurt women. I've heard people say that it is empowering, that they are taking advantage of men's desires, and all the other arguments we tell ourselves to justify their existence. All of these arguments provide nice soundbites and alleviate the conscience. The problem is that the arguments are dead wrong. Here is what happens to a woman who is employed as a stripper. First, she makes a large amount of money without any real marketable skills that can be translated to a different industry outside of the sex industry. This sounds good...making a lot of money without a lot of effort. However, her lifestyle quickly grows and she becomes used to making more money than what her transferable skills can support. So, she in essence, becomes stuck. Leaving will necessarily mean a loss in wages. I know you might be thinking suck it up cupcake but how many of us could take even a 10K paycut much less the larger one faced by these women? So, the women become stuck in the sex industry. The options, then, if one  wants to leave, are limited. Often, the women who want to leave get sucked into other illegal activity such as drugs, sex trafficking or other illicit activities that can provide comparable wages without any real skills. 

I can't believe anyone would choose this cage (no pun intended) for their daughter. I know the father probably didn't think about it as intensely as I have but the sad fact remains that money, no matter how it is acquired, is often the commodity that is valued above all else. It can lead to absurd results wherein a father would rather his daughter be trapped in the sex trade instead of flipping burgers at The Sonic. I also think that the conversation illustrates another issue that has been bothering me of late and it is the politics half of this post. How often do we all, including myself, hold opinions that we have not examined or questioned. Unexamined opinions lack validity and credibility and yet, we become attached to these opinions and defend them, not with facts, but with personal attacks or worse by stating some vague rhetoric that lets us off the hook. It's a mental shortcut and it's  As Americans, we are entitled to hold and state these opinions. I don't think, however, we are entitled to ignorance. Our freedoms come with great responsibility. I'm not asking you to turn every game of "would you rather" into a dissertation. In my defense, the conversation that sparked this post was not a result of this whimsical game, and instead, was sparked by a discussion on the state of the economy.  What I am asking is that you look beyond the rhetoric or the quick justifications before your opinion becomes solidified and entrenched but especially before you try to convince someone else of its truth.

"Maybe, Maybe Not"

I have grown to love and appreciate parables...humans have evolved communicating through storytelling, the art of the narrative. Parables have the capacity to communicate messages more powerfully than cold, factual statements. Narratives also allow our minds to connect more readily and powerfully to ideas, morals, beliefs and emotions. There are two parables I've heard where I could almost physically feel my mind shift after hearing them...I'd like to share one of them with you today. It is a Chinese proverb commonly titled, "Maybe". There are different renditions, all comparable in premise and intimation. You can view and listen to a version HERE and/or read the version below:

"There once was a poor old country farmer. One year, the weather was very good, and his crops grew stronger, taller and greener than ever before. In the tea house, in the evening, his friends and neighbors said how lucky he was. The farmer just nodded and said, "Maybe".

One night, the very night before he was to start the harvest, a herd of wild horses came stampeding down from the hills and trampled all his crops. In the tea house that evening, his friends and neighbors all commiserated with him. They said how unlucky he was. The farmer just nodded. He said, "Maybe".

The next day, the farmer's son went out early in the morning and roped three of the wild horses, worth as much as three years of harvest. In the tea house that evening, his friends and his neighbors said how lucky he was. The farmer just nodded and said, "Maybe".

The next day, when the farmer's son was breaking one of the horses, he was thrown, breaking his leg. In the tea house that evening, his friends and neighbors all commiserated and said how unlucky he was. The farmer just nodded and said, "Maybe".

A month later, the emperor declared war and his army marched through the village, conscripting all the young men. When the soldier came to the farmer's house looking for his son, he saw his broken leg and knew he couldn't be taken. In the tea house, in the evening, his friends, his neighbors, all said how lucky he was. The farmer just nodded and said, "Maybe".

If you go online and search for this parable, there are a number of different interpretations. That's the great thing about narratives...they speak to where you're at in your life when you hear them, within the bounds of the storyline. What this story said to me was that there is no way of knowing that any specific event is "good" or "bad". The consequences of moments and events have yet to unfold, sometimes years into the future and sometimes not even in our lifetimes.

Thinking about this, I realized that labeling events as one or the other was an impossible and futile endeavor. I also realized that some of the events, moments and circumstances in my life that might be labeled "bad" are some of the events, moments and circumstances that have made me a better person, made me more "me", made me more loving, empathetic, compassionate, honest and open. So are they "bad"? I've taken to using the words "uncomfortable", "frustrating" and "challenging" because for me, they are more accurate.

Too, using those words removes the threat and fear from situations...labeling something as "bad" immediately triggers a negative, judgmental, fearful reaction. As someone who has struggled with anxiety, this is a HUGE cognitive shift and in fact, began to help me manage and remove some of my anxious moments. I have been able to view events and circumstances as things that exist and that I have feelings about. I allow myself to feel the feelings and when I remember what I have taken from this parable, I am also able to remind myself that there is no way of knowing what will come in the future and I cannot and do not want to pass judgment on the "goodness" or "badness" of a circumstance as it exists and what it will bring in my life. This has lightened my load considerably.

Internalizing the messages I hear in this parable has freed me in some ways. And of course I have moments when I am better and worse at remembering what this story has shown me. That said, I go back to it frequently and share it with many in conversation, which is why I wanted to share it with you, our dear blog family. I think one could teach a course based on this narrative, as I only have time to scratch the surface in this blog and there are many messages and take aways packed in its simplicity. What do you hear? What speaks to you when you hear/read this proverb?


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