Are They Really?
by Steve Mitchell
A couple of days ago, on our way to some place, Lucie and I drove by a local Cabaret and Gentlemen’s Club.
How nice! A club for gentlemen!
We know it’s a Gentlemen’s Club because it says so, right on the sign, Cabaret and Gentlemen’s Club.
It sounds very classy.
But, it occurred to me, if the patrons of Gentlemen’s Clubs were truly gentlemen, along with agreeing on all matters of things without written contracts and along with wearing monocles, they’d jump up and offer their coats to those poor, scantily clad, female employees.
That never happens.
Here’s a cell phone photo I took of Jupiter and the Moon.