Results tagged “susanpaynter”

-- What do Susan Paynter and The Stranger have in common?
-- "Let’s make for some kick-ass elementary and middle schools . . . and the high school issue should take care of itself."
-- One sin just got a little less taxed: 42-cents-per-liter liquor surcharge ends Sunday.
-- Jobster and the blogosphere aren't getting along these days.
-- Sonics fans, who last night were angry about the Ray Allen deal, are warming up to it after a good night's sleep.
-- "You're older than you've ever been and now you're even older." Happy birthday, Seattle Powerpop Blog!
-- "Arriving in Seattle has this magical quality that you don't find in many other cities."

It looks like Guv Gregoire was stung by all those comments about her punting on Seattle's favorite watercooler topic: the Viaduct. She's now issued what KIRO-TV is calling an "ultimatum" that if no city vote is held before April 22, the State will issue us a replacement viaduct. Or maybe she's heard about that rumored poll that doesn't show the tunnel gaining 50% of the vote, and is eager to make Mayor Nickels her roadkill.

Monday, after posting our pro-lap dance response to Susan Paynter's PI column, we received an email from an anonymous local stripper:

I just read your defense of your right to make women touch you sexually for pay and was wondering:

Continue reading "Seattlest Interviews an Anti-Lap-Dance Stripper"

Susan Paynter thinks all the talk about "freedom of speech" around Referendum 1 (the four-foot rule, etc.) is a ruse -- what the clubs really want to keep "legal" is prostitution:

If we want a vote, up or down, on legalizing prostitution, then, in the words of G.W. Bush, bring it on. But if, outside of Nevada, we still oppose the oldest profession when it is practiced on the street, do we ignore it when it's inside a club that may soon be built next to your house?

Dan Savage insists "There’s no prostitution at Rick’s, folks. Just hard-up guys with lumps in their pants tossing twenties at pretty girls." But Paynter quotes an older version of her own column and insists she knows what really "what really happens in the darkened corners of these clubs":

"Although touching is supposedly forbidden, in the less-lighted recesses of at least two of the clubs, men reported seeing 'dancers' opening patrons' pants, putting on condoms and, at the very least, rubbing private parts through men's clothing to the point of some tough laundry stains."

If Paynter's right, though, she undercuts her own argument: people who are really interested can already tell when someone's crossing the line between lap dances and prostitution, without brighter lights or a four-foot rule in place. And we suspect they don't need to spend $10,000 on lap dances to figure it out.

Maybe a Playboy Centerfold can generate excitement with a canned blurb and a posed photograph, but can a middle-aged newspaper columnist? The fearless P-I marketing department evidently thinks so, resulting in our favorite new feature of any local newspaper: "Get To Know…", on the back page of the P-I's local news section, beneath the weather report.