Upon the few occasions that I’ve dined at Moroccan restaurants (in the U.S.), when the belly dancer comes around I can’t help but think “My! Isn’t this a bit sexually charged for a casual dining experience!”
No value judgments here- I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to combine sexually charged entertainment with casual dining. Still, it certainly is different.
A few clarifications:
-I don’t automatically equate sexual entertainment with pornographic entertainment.
-When I say that Belly Dancing is sexually charged entertainment, I don’t mean I think the dancer has a specific goal of giving me a hard-on.
But even if we go with the most hippie-ish attitude of “Oh the human body is beautiful and should be celebrated as such and you with your oh so prudish mind could never understand!”
. . . still, this particular celebration of the human body is sexual in presentation, right?
Lots of bare flesh
Grinding pelvic motions
and . . .
. . . the manner in which the audience is encourage to tip: slide a folded bill into the dancers garments- the exact same way you tip a stripper.
Basically, when the dancer has directed the focus of her performance toward you, her pelvis is grinding air just inches away from your face, and you are sitting next to your girlfriend’s mother at a family birthday dinner . . .
. . . well, does anyone other than me feel conflicted about the kind of attention and response that is expected in this situation???
Or am I just a dirty dirty man, imposing sexuality upon what is meant to be family friendly fare?