ManPoint: An Argument For The Proliferation of Pole Dancing As Exercise For Women

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By Josh Ritter - Living in Los Angeles, I know quite a few women who take pole dancing classes. Succumbing to the benefits (nay, well marketed benefits) the classes range from beginner to Spearment Rhino levels, but whatever the skill, the classes tout physical fitness as their greatest benefit.
To those offering the class may I first say, thank you.
Whether you live in a major metropolitan area or just Bumblefuck, Nebraska you may have noticed the seemingly explosive growth (my trousers notwithstanding) in women’s pole dancing classes and the vixens every day women that choose to take the class. All in hope of a stronger core hotter body, of course.
To those women may I also say, thank you.
My point here is that an otherwise taboo form of art has made its way into the mainstream; buttoned-up assistants, mid-level managers, and corporate debutantes the world over are turning a curious eye to that pole dancing class registration form. It’s a beautiful thing.
Those that have any opinion against it need to cease and ass-ist. May I humbly submit my case for pole dancing…

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