I awoke this morning to hear Shredd and Ragan (local morning show guys) talking about strip clubs. Something about Kid Rock going all wussy and saying something to the effect of “You shouldn’t go to strip clubs when you have a girlfriend.”

There was a time when I would have agreed…because erin-go-blog naively believed that “it’s not like anything happens at a strip club. They’re just looking at the naked chicks. There’s no harm in looking…”

I still believe this (rationally, of course…however, I become completely irrational when my jealous streak sets in), but my attitude changed a little bit when assboy made that infamous confession.

A girlfriend’s worst fear. There IS more than looking going on in those skeevy little private rooms.

Isn’t this prostitution?

Maybe, as my good friend makes the case for, if prostitution were legal, there wouldn’t be a need for the skeevy back rooms.

On the other hand, maybe my lovely ex would have just straight out gone to a hooker instead…

There are some, I know, who don’t believe this is a true betrayal. Maybe not…I don’t think it has quite the same significance as, oh, sneaking around behind my back and sleeping with a “friend” (ew. maybe that’s why I find those Molson ads so obnoxious…) and then lying about it for months and THEN coming clean about everything. But still. I felt betrayed. My trust was broken…I hope not for good.