Weddingbee Blog

Hi all! So sorry it’s a little slow on the blog today…we’re having problems loading images which means…no posts with images can go live! So, I thought I’d write a little no-image post.

Recently I went to a friend’s bachelorette party where we all took a pole dancing class. It was touted as “empowering exercise” and a great group activity. I didn’t have a problem with it; I actually thought it would be great fun…plus, we brought champagne and snacks, and it was with an intimate group of girls I knew. What could be so bad about that?

The instructor was pretty awesome and it was clear that most of the girls had a good time, including the bride. But for some reason, I REALLY REALLY hated it. I was almost SHOCKED at how much I disliked the class.

As a back story, it’s pretty well known that the Matron of Honor’s husband and the bride’s fiance frequented strip clubs in their free time. No, not just in a “it’s a bachelor party, we’re going to a strip club” manner. They actually just go when they’re bored…maybe a couple times a month.

I don’t have a huge problems with strip clubs. I often say that I’d rather have my husband wasting money in strip clubs with naked women that only care about his money than I would have him in an actual club meeting real-life, nice women.

My insecurity is strange in that way. BUT, I also know that my husband only goes when it involves an organized bachelor party. Never has he been known to just head out with buddies on a Friday night to the strip clubs. I think if he did that, my tune on strip clubs would change…mostly because OMG, how many meals at Gary Danko could we be eating with the money that you’re throwing down that chick’s panties? Tons, probably.

But, as we swung around like monkeys on those damn poles, I couldn’t help but pitying the bride a little bit—we were in a room full of women who were all her closest friends. We all KNEW that her husband to be had a little habit of frequenting strip clubs. And here we were, grinding on poles and learning how to give each other lap dances. All I could think about was how this seemed like some sort of bizzarro torture for the bride and her maid of honor. I kept looking around wondering if anyone else was uncomfortable with the irony of this situation…perhaps the bride wanted to learn more about what her husband to be was wasting his time (and money on)? I don’t know. It got to the point where by the end, I was almost in a huff of embarrassment about the whole situation…watching the bride give her closest girlfriend a lap dance almost sent me in a fury.

I felt like a prude. I felt like I was projecting my “what-if-my-husband-loved-strip-clubs” insecurities upon her. I couldn’t WAIT to get out of there…I was almost in tears!

I was shocked to learn how much I truly, truly to my core hated this activity. Empowering? I don’t think so. I felt demeaned. I felt embarrassed for the bride, and for all women who have husbands that visit strip clubs (myself included). And let’s be honest—we all looked like idiots, half naked and awkwardly spinning around, and then subsequently grinding on each other.

Have you ever been to a pole dancing class as a group bachelorette activity? How did it make you feel?

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I know that pole dancing IS really fun for a lot of you out there and we truly had a great experience in Los Angeles! If you’re organizing a bachelorette pole dancing class in LA and want a recommendation, I wholeheartedly recommend Evolution Studios! Everyone (except apparently me) had a fantastic time!