I drive past Mavericks every day. The adult entertainment bar.
Today, I was reminded of the advertising banner I once saw in the sky, promoting ‘New dancers…’ Not ‘new shows’ or ‘new dances’ – just dancers…
It was as if women were commodities, interchangeable like pairs of shoes that could be new or old.
Every time I drive past, I carry that same disgust and resentment. I can’t shake the image of someone casually approving a banner that so blatantly reduces women to objects.
In no way do I want to diminish the agency of the women who work there. But I must name the inherent misogyny in how these establishments market themselves.
I acknowledge that I’m looking from the outside in, but I can’t ignore how this business chose to present its most valuable contributors – as replaceable inventory rather than human beings.