Of course no high-end establishment with high-end backers would come right out and call itself a sex club...but, there's a guest list, the female employees disrobe, pornographic pictures double as wallpaper, and patrons are advised to be "uninhibited" in the photo booth.Now regular readers of this blog know that I really don't care what people do. If you're into bumping uglies with bikini clad truckers dressed as chipmonks, then hey, go for it. But if you are going to be the political party who tells the country to vote for them because they stand for moral decency and family values, then dropping two large at an upscale sex club is one thing and one thing only: hypocrisy.
I suppose it could be worse, I suppose it could be random sexual encounters with strangers in airport restrooms or getting caught with your name in a DC madam's little black book.
Oh wait...
Risqué Business
3 comments:
You mean to tell me you don't tap your foot in the mens room from time to time? ;)
Candice: Only when I'm day dreaming about crashing airplanes.
Isn't 2 grand the cover charge? Maybe they just popped in to use the phone.
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