Dear Guy Who Drives the Strip Club Van,
Hi there. Let me start this out by saying, “I come in peace”. It is my hope that as you read this, you will understand that this letter does not come from a place of malice or anger, but rather out of concern and care for both you and the citizens of our community. And, as a mother, for my own children.
And dude, you know what? You might skip straight to the part (because I am going there) where I say that I really do not like what you’re doing. But I hope before you do that you will read this and know that it comes from the bottom of my heart: more than anything in this world, my hope it that you will come to know Jesus, and that your heart will be changed. I know, I know, it’s not really for me to guess the condition of your heart. But I am taking an *educated* guess that if you are on board with the teaching of Christ, you’re probably not going to be driving a van with half-naked ladies on it around encouraging people to come watch said naked ladies dance in real life. If you’re really just doing this to…somehow bring these people to Christ, by all means disregard this letter. But if not, please read on.
You see, friend, I have a real problem with the strip club van. If people want to go to the strip club and see women dance and take it all off, that’s their choice. But if people are driving next to you in traffic around our city and it’s suburbs, you are forcing these images on them. So whether I like it or not, if I pass you on the street or God forbid am stuck next to you at a red light, I see boobies and butts up in my face. And so do my kids. And so does my husband.
And that’s not fair. It’s not fair to my children, and it’s not fair to me. I’m their mother, I am supposed to protect them from seeing things like this – at least at this age. And when you put your foot on the gas pedal of your strip club van, you strip me – of my ability to shield my children,
It’s not fair that my 11-year-old son, on the cusp of puberty, is seeing two women entwined together, their airbrushed bodies posed seductively, an unnatural representation of what a woman looks like and how women behave together. It’s not fair that he will have this image in his head as he figures out how to be a kind, respectful young man towards the girls in his life. Not fair that he sees this image that he can’t un-see.
It’s not fair that my 8-year-old daughter sees two women with photoshopped bods looking happy and sexy and as if being in their undies on display in a provocative position is the best! thing! ever! It’s not fair that she might think that this is what she needs to look like to get attention and have fun. As she enters into a difficult period in her girlhood, will she be unnerved by her as yet curve-less body? Will she think back to those fake images that she doesn’t know are fake, and wonder how she can look like that? Lord knows I will do everything in my power to help her know that she is beautiful, wonderful, just the way she has been made – and that what’s real is always more desirable – and so much less disappointing – than that which has been photoshopped.
It’s not fair to my husband, to all the men out there who love their wives and families but are distracted by images like that. (These images change the way a man views a woman. That’s just SCIENCE.) Of course they are responsible for their behavior – but the truth is, they can’t un-see that crap. Will my husband see it when he looks at me? Do you see it when you look at your wife? No amount of airbrushing could turn me into those girls. Your van is a great dis-service to real women everywhere.
Friend, I know this economy is tough and you’re probably feeling thankful to have a job. But oh, how I wish you would quit it. I know, if you don’t drive the van, someone else will. But I don’t want you to worry about that. I want you to think about what your career is doing – and ask yourself if it is doing any good. Is it true? No. Is it worthy? I’d say not. Is it beneficial to anyone in terms of anything other than finances? I believe with all my heart that it is not. And that the damage it’s doing is far more hurtful than anything good that can come of it.
I am going to ask you to quit your job. I’m going to ask you to look at this website and read from someone other than myself how the sex industry hurts those working in it and those in the community. And I’m going to ask you to read this and consider giving your life to Christ and letting him meet your needs.
God has a plan for your life, my friend, and He can use the fact that you drove the strip club van FOR GOOD. Notice I said “drove” – not “drive”.
Something better is waiting for you, and I would love to help you find it. Please, for all the moms, dads, and impressionable kiddos out there – please pull the van over. Leave the keys. Walk away.
(But maybe spray paint over the boobs before you do.)