Last night my sister and I went out for my cousin's bachelorette party. On a Wednesday? Yes, well, that is because Hunkamania strikes once a month on a Wednesday at Fat Fish Blue at Levis Commons. Hunkamania is an all-male review that is absolutely packed once a month with ladies of all age, race, and religion - if their religion is sweaty men.
You have to go there with the bachelorette party mentality. Male strippers are not a turn on; they are hilarious, disgusting, and cheesy. They are also extremely physically fit and not afraid to do dumb things (like push ups and lip synch to a crowd of half cocked ladies). Half the time you are throwing dolla dolla bills at these greasy beasts to embarrass your friend, and the other half, you are watching some other crazy secretary gone wild shove George Washingtons in her cleavage and provoke the talent.
My favorite part is when someone's mom comes along and either acts disgusted (and secretly likes it) or gets really into it and just goes buck wild. I watched Mrs. Peeping Tom stroke a strippers butt last night and could not stop laughing. I really didn't think I was going to make it. There are so many things that happen there that are so wrong and gross but somehow it is extremely hilarious.
If men going to strip clubs is degrading to women, is it degrading to men when women go to an all male review? I think not. The stripper men love it and I think they might all be gay. Either way, we were laughing all the way home.