Saturday, January 12, 2013

Day 113 (Sunday 11/11/12)- Las Vegas, NV

Sin City. Day 1-gluttony, miserliness, lust, laziness.
Drunkenly tattooing stripper ministers with slot winnings? No, a buffet. Well, more like lusting over a buffet.

Strip buffets starting at $40 led us into the real Vegas. Arriving on a Sunday proved ill timed and our adventuresome cheapness guided us to food we hoped to revisit. One buffet was closed, another shut down and the third charged dinner prices all day. Why not trade that for 2 lunches.

We found Las Vegas not one big filthy cesspool but more pleasantly boring. We drove through nice neighborhoods, spent time at a beautiful community park and saw that most things off the Strip are carefully maintained and family appropriate. Most people we met were clean cut and kind and at times even overly helpful with directions.

Our evening entertainment involved male strippers. The movie Magic Mike that is. It made for good conversation as Isaiah talked about how terrible it was (see below) and I defended it on the grounds that it had redeeming qualities. These qualities were of course a shirtless Channing Tatum.


Isaiah's review of Magic MikeDisclaimer: this might be even more riling than my Obama post. OK, Channing certainly has a great body and can dance. Dance his pants off. That is enough to get many women to watch. I wouldn't even try to critique that movie. But that was only half of Magic Mike. Now, granted it's a limited sampling size, but I have heard several women talk about how hot the movie is (some adding that it was also pretty bad). I found this strange. I saw Magic Mike as an anti stripper movie, one that perhaps proves women can be shallow too. I don't see how anyone in the movie is in any way desirable beyond their bodies. 
Mcconaughey is a creep, the rookie begins as an unemployed mooch who soon deteriorates into a drugged up wreck. Then there's Mr. Magic who is best friends with the kid, despite being more than a decade older than him and knowing him only a couple months. Mike is complicit in screwing up his young friend's life. But the kid, for his part, does his best to screw up Mike's life too. And the kid has a sister. Mike claims a variety of side businesses that don't pay and one can imagine between his stripping and partying don't get much attention. He is dumb enough to try and get a bank loan with stripper singles. And even with his inumerable jobs and years of saving he can't get his modest dream job off the ground. His girlfriend is using him for threesomes and as a psychology experiment. His prospective girlfriend is annoyed with him until their convenient and speedy connection at the end. Do women not see all of this or does all of this not matter? 

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