Yesterday while at work I made a tongue in cheek quip about unemployment and looking for a new job. At this point a co-worker suggested to me, “There’s a club down in Portland that hires ‘women your age'”. Hmmm, visions of geriatrics with walkers shuffling their way around brass poles while trying not to trip over sagging pasties left me speechless. No clever retort came to mind so instead I laughed. And laughed some more. Who would frequent this establishment? After all, at varying points in our lives we all look better with more clothes on than off. After that the only people who would find another of us attractive are either A. needing new glasses or B. look even worse than we do. In either scenerio chances are that the viewer is older, sometimes significantly so. That being said, would a prospective employee have an edge by knowing CPR? Chances are, the establishment would close early, with peak hours corresponding to school times so daycare costs for my own children wouldn’t be significant. Would the cocktails contain prune juice? More importantly, could I knit between performances?