Strip clubs, they say, are the summit of male entertainment and the ultimate embodiment of masculine pride. For those of you not familiar with them, these are clubs that men use to strip women of their dignity and similarly, these are clubs that strippers use to strip men of their hard earned money. Actually, the main purpose of strip clubs is entertain men, and to sucker them into giving away large sums of money. Men happily pay hundreds, if not thousands of pesos to see girls work their collective booties on the stage. But what’s really the draw of the strip club? Is it the naked girls that make men’s loins throb in desire, or is there a deeper reason? Well to deliberately ruin the ending of this story, let me say it’s the naked girls you morons. But for the sake of writing an article, it’s time we took a dive into what makes strip clubs popular.
but then again maybe they’re just being polite.
Yesterday, I was given the directive to conduct a comparative analysis between my company’s services and our major competitors.The telecom industry, specifically its business development theatre has become something that is both congested and incestuous in the sense that it has turned into an intimately and improperly connected network.People almost always know each other and it’s never a surprise to come across a familiar name when you’re working on a lead.The sales process in the telecom industry is a very vicious, dog eat dog cycle and there are times when marketing people like me need to roll their sleeves up and get dirty.
In making an effective analysis I felt like I needed to gather sensitive and often confidential information and consolidate it into a report which I will send to the top brass to help them make informed decisions with regards to where they ought to steer the product towards in the future and what measures to take to maintain an edge over our competition.
It is a misconception that corporate espionage is a high-tech crime perpetrated by slick James Bond operatives (like yours truly) or uber genius computer hackers. Nothing could be further from the truth. Just about all corporate penetration is accomplished with decidedly simple, and preventable, methods.So don your sneaking suits, prep your night vision goggles, lock and load and join me behind enemy lines for a day of corporate espionage…
I’ve just noticed that our attention spans grow shorter and shorter; and perhaps everybody hooked to the internet right now have attention deficit disorder. The world is instant; instant noodles, instant meals; we expect things faster and faster. Materials delivered ASAP; Sexual gratification delivered on the first date. Nothing is worth waiting for when it can be had immediately. Want, desire, instinct. The instant gratification tears down our ability to think.
In todays “get it now!” society, where waiting is a thing of the past, thinking has become obsolete, a passe`, and humiliating. But it has also become more dangerous. And so it is being stamped out while instinctive responses are being reaffirmed as the dominant trait in humanity, the animal, the worker bee. Thinking is difficult, and it is rarely fun. Ignorance is bliss, the well-told axiom goes, and no one wants the smile wiped off their face; and admittedly, I for one grow weary of thinking deep thoughts– which is why sometimes I say “fuck it” to the world alot, and just head out into the bustling Manila night life and get myself sloshed, high, flirted with, and get laid all in a gallant, carpe diem! fashion.
How did I manage to turn myself into a junky? Simple. Because of the instant world; because of trying to hasten the process of life; because of wanting to be old when in fact I am young. I resent the fact that I am influenced too much by corporate propaganda, the media and the internet, I resent the fact that I have succumbed into the lure of the “fun” life; life without thinking; of living life gauged against somebody elses standard; the cool.
For the first time this week, I’m thinking clear; and for the longest time I feel– happy– for no reason at all, which got me thinking…what is happiness for me?
Is it like the latest designer drug, everyone desires it, but it cannot be bought or sold that easily? Truly, I am one of the more fortunate ones, I am born of a family that doesn’t leave me wanting material needs, yet I am despondent most of the time; some men may work for years in a field allocating every Peso they earn towards their virtuous conquest of happiness, looking and crying, buying and selling lives, but they will never find the happiness they seek at the end of the day, buried in any pile of money. The things they may buy will bring them temporary happiness, but like purchasing a cheap fuck; a whore for the night, the effect will fade, and they will awake feeling more cold and disenchanted than the night before.
Happiness is just around the corner if we only knew how to find it. I think in it’s purest form, it seems to be so mind-numbingly obvious that it really is NEARLY impossible to find and often overlooked…today it took the form of a text message.
Another smile formed its way across my lips. THEN I knew I was happy.
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
