Turning Exploitation into Art.

Given that most of us may not hold the stripping pole and all that surrounds it in the highest regard…the culture of craving and loneliness and alcohol about it would seem depressing, dark…it’s refreshing to see this, presented as a sort of athletic art, with a side of healthy attraction.

Can art and empowerment conquer the stripper pole?

Can it be something we’re happy for our loved ones and sisters and daughters to do, if it’s not a codependent sort of sexual exploitation, but a delighted dance?