Via TFS, news of the world's first vegan strip club.
PORTLAND, Ore. -- You won’t find any meat at a new spot in Portland, but you will find a whole lot of flesh.Casa Diablo claims to be the world’s first vegan strip club -- there's no meat, eggs or dairy on the menu. The club reflects the ideals of its owner, Johnny Diablo.
“My very sole purpose in life is to save as many creatures from pain and suffering as possible,” Diablo said.Diablo, a vegan for more than 20 years, insists his club isn’t a publicity stunt.He hopes to expose people to the vegan way and change the way they think.While it may not be the most orthodox way to win over new vegans, Diablo hopes people bring some green and eat some green at his new club.“(It’s) vixens, not veal, and sizzle, not steak,” Diablo said. “We put the meat on the pole, not on the plate.”
Let's not book that flight to Stockholm just yet, Mr. Diablo. First of all, with the possible exception of Frank Bruni, who goes to strip clubs to eat? The okayness or notokayness of strip clubs in general aside, what puzzles me is the implication here that the lack of animals on the menu makes it okayer to tuck one single after another into the g-string of some nineteen year-old kid from Medford. In all, this don't-call-it-a-publicity stunt seems to be another example of what I'm calling the New Indulgences. Instead of remitting sins by giving alms to build the cathedral, this new economy of virtue suggests that pursuing social justice in one arena allows for less than progressive behavior in another. The pope of this movement is Dov Charney, who created a laudable sweatshop-free textile business with American Apparel, which he advertises with crotch shots of emaciated teenagers. Hard not to see the same moral economy here. In this vein, any day now, I'm expecting a new car rental business, featuring an all-Prius fleet, and rental agents wearing Daisy Dukes and tube tops, called the Electra Complex.
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