rethinking my stance on pole dancing
maybe, you know, just perhaps, i've been looking at this whole toddler-stripper-dance-on-the-subway-pole thing in the wrong light. maybe instead of laughing (for laughing is all we can do when we are dying inside), i should have been a little more supportive of my daughter. maybe i should have encouraged her impulses. my bride, after all, went to smith. she is a strong, proud and poised woman. i am an elightened man.
maybe my daughter was just doing her part for feminism! maybe i should nurture her inner pole dancer! who am i to scoff at her awesome sense of empowerment?! i feel so liberated now. relieved. and i have the healing touch of a certain dr colbert to thank.