Ladies, lets chat. Our shero predecessors toiled so dutifully to ensure our generation would have equal rights. Now we can now be captains of industry, hold court in (nearly) the highest levels of political office, and subscribe to magazines focused entirely around the pleasures of red meat all without surprising our Y-chromosome counterparts. But a glass ceiling still exists. So I ask you: Why do male strip clubs suck so hard? New routines havent been choreographed since the ΄80s the dancers are still predominately gay and they still gyrate to the theme from Ghostbusters. And yet, we over-tip. We do shots. We pass out to forget the embarrassment of it all. The suffragists would be ashamed.
Tonight, all of this changes, because were gonna get ours. Thunder From Down Under is touring through town, and its more than a male revue show; its two parts Vegas, one part live-ferret-in-the-pants spectacle. It is to male strip clubs what Cirque du Soleil is to traveling carnivals. The Aussie posse tackles breakdance, gymnastics, and (ahem) isolated muscle contractions, to modern jams, all without looking homoerotic. Finally! A male revue show for women! With functioning sex drives! Your grandmother would be so proud.
The beefcake brigade gets all sweaty tonight at the Seminole Casino Coconut Creek, which is located at 5550 NW 40th St. in Coconut Creek. Tickets cost $20. Call 954-977-6700, or visit seminolecoconutcreekcasino.com.
Wed., April 15, 8 p.m., 2009