Via TFS, news of the world's first vegan strip club.
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.
In other raw news, Pepsi Raw. Somewhere, Big Daddy Kane is smiling.
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