In My Opinion
Magic Mike: No Thanks, I Don’t Care For Male Strippers
I am not a prude by anyone's standards. In fact I openly took Lifetime's Seven Day Sex challenge and happily blogged about it no holds barred, and short of taping my husband and I doing the biblical dance, I am an open book and completely in favor of expressing one's sexuality. While I don't personally believe objectifying one's body is the best way to success I hardly begrudge anyone for doing it. (Sure I think Jenny McCarthy’s latest full frontal spread for Playboy, belies the great work she's done as an activist and as a comedic actress- but I digress).
So why am I not supportive of this new all male revue Magic Mike, headed up by the very handsome and oozing sexuality Matthew McConaughey? Because honestly while I think both the male and female bodies are works of art- I get no titillation from watching either gyrate and strip down to their birthday suits. And I would never pay to sit in a strip club and have a lap dance. I simply don't get the allure and have no interest in it AT ALL because, in my humble opinion, paying to go and watch men undress and gyrate for you is akin to paying for someone to be nice to you-- it just feels so manufactured. Which is of course why I don’t get the fascination men have with exotic female dancers; women who will only give them their time and bodies in exchange for some sweaty green dollar bills.
Apparently I am in the minority though as the film Magic Mike has women salivating over the prospect of watching the finely chiseled male bodies of actors like Channing Tatum, on display for their amusement. And don’t get me wrong, Mr. Tatum is one very good-looking human being- but the whole premise of this film is completely lost on me. I don't want fantasy. I want the real thing. Or perhaps I am also slightly unnerved by the misogyny of it-- all the excitement being heaped on these male actors while their counterpart females actresses got nothing near the same treatment. As a friend of mine the very talented writer Jane Devin remarked, "Interesting that Demi Moore and Elizabeth Berkeley were so crucified for doing stripper films while "Magic Mike" and its male strippers are all the rage. Not that I don't get the appeal (although personally, if I had to see a naked guy, I'd prefer Shemar Moore over Channing Tatum), but the double standard still bothers me. Would 50 Shades have been as popular with a submissive male? No way. "
Still, am I alone in my why-would-any-woman-want-to-have-a-man-gyrate-in her-lap feelings?