I am fortunate to have incredible grandmothers. One taught me to sew: a task that trains you to closely follow directions while looking for ways to innovate. The other taught me to find beauty where none seems to exist--a skill that can get you through a rough patch in a marriage, a career or a life. However, neither of them taught me to strip for which, after watching this video, I am truly thankful.
Call me ageist, culturally elite, rude, whatever term describes my disapproval, but I prefer my grandmas to be soft, cuddly and not wearing spandex. I love these dancers' youthful exoticism and don't question the glamor and appeal evident in their photos. It's just time to stop. Now.
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