Money for Nothing

Pasha Malla June 20, 2011 You might not be able to buy love, but paying for an emotional experience doesn’t have to feel cheap.

Money for Nothing

Illustration by Gérard DuBois.

Two years ago, I went to a strip club. These aren’t places I frequent too often, and I haven’t been back to one since. I should enjoy strip clubs; I like seeing beautiful people naked. I even like seeing ugly people naked. And I don’t find strip clubs especially depressing or exploitative. Strippers have made a career choice that deserves respect, and what they do requires as much skill and artistry as any other line of creative work.

But my visits to the peelers have never been particularly memorable, let alone fun …

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Tenth Anniversary: Spring

ISSUE 43 Tenth Anniversary: Spring 2012

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  • Face the Music

    by Tim Falconer How can someone who passionately loves music also be a terrible singer? Tim Falconer takes up voice lessons—and discovers the surprising science of tone deafness.
  • The Big Job

    by Deni Y. Béchard As a teenager, Deni Y. Béchard went to Vancouver to live with his father, an ex-con with a penchant for telling tall tales. He met a man desperate to forget the past.
  • The Homesickness of Astronauts

    by Johanna Skibsrud "She felt a great sadness. She would remember next to nothing of this, even soon."
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