So I’ve always heard that Las Vegas was known for having something for everybody. Harley Davidson-brand pedicures? Check. A shadow-puppet show featuring the songs of Hugo Chavez? Check. Guys who wear blue face paint and speak in pig latin? I’m telling you, it’s all here.
One example, though, I found kinda gross. Frankly.
I get off the plane yesterday, and there’s this poster with a bunch of half-naked guys on it — “The Thunder from Down Under.” It’s a troupe of — and I’m not making this up — lactose-intolerant Australian male strippers.
I don’t like to judge but that’s just weird.
as part of the lactose intolerantsia, if not the male stripperamia, it’s about time our voice and passions are being showcased.
plus, this perpetuates my long standing anti-cow’s milk stance. hey, wake up, we’re not meant to drink it!