Last week, I was at Las Vegas, and got a free ticket for Jubilee’s show at Bally’s. Too bad I didn’t do my research and thus attended the very kind of show that would boil my blood: 80+ girls who are topless and with string bottoms, while 10+ guys are fully clothed.
As hundreds of dark nipples stared at me from the sparkly stage I asked myself if it were a dream or reality that while the lights were on, the audience were mainly couples. There were so many guy girl couples that when the cameraman asked me if I wanted a picture he acted surprised to see me solo.
When the 10+ guys on stage started singing about girls, and how beautiful it is to have hundreds of girls I wondered if anybody had me, the female audience, in mind. I thought of Sopranos as well, where the striptease and gay women scenes would be lengthy, yet when a gay guys scene came on, the camera only caught them hugging. Why of course, who cares to show naked guys to the women audience if it would mean offending the guys?
Why are there no nude guys on Jubilee’s?
For half an hour, I tried to see something. A sign. A hint that tells me that I am cared for as a female audience. I tried to convince myself that all the designer fabrics that keep flying and the sparkly crystals and lights can transform a low class body display to a “classical” show which has been on –as I later learned- since 1981.
When it finally felt like a shoe was shoved down my throat, I could not take it any longer. If no American woman amongst the audience had any dignity or respect for her rights, I have.
Intentionally and slowly I walked across the isle, wondering which is a better case scenario:
1- To dictate women’s right and intentionally violate them?
2- To have women’s rights under development, while men and women’s rights are equally violated?