I did it.  I finally did it!

I feel like I bumped into Gandhi at Walgreens.  I feel like I sat down at Bull McCabe’s and shared a drink with Richard Hell.  This is the level of coolness regarding my latest experience.

I met a former Chippendales dancer.

For those of you unaware, Chippendales was a place where, mostly women, could objectify half-naked and dancing men.  Growing up in the 80s, a lot of movies called attention to this phenomena: 1984’s Bachelor Party, 1987’s Summer School, just to name a couple.

So, having met a Chippendales dancer in the wild, I, naturally, had a lot of questions.  Were the women as predatory as in the movies I grew up with?  How was the pay?  Did you see a chiropractor if you threw your pelvis out?  Sadly, he had to go and I was left with unanswered queries.

But it got me thinking.  I’ve done a bit of research and it seems that there are still Chippendales reviews going on.  Las Vegas has a few and, oddly, there are shows all over Germany this coming November (secure your tickets now!).  But it seems like these are just kitschy and possibly ironic throwbacks to older times.  Sure, there are a few around Manhattan proper, but no longer are there barkers making my ma blush and asking if she’d like to see real beefcake.

I hate change.  I hate feeling nostalgic for events I’ve never experienced.  I hate the way cities bulldoze over their history as soon as it happens.  Take, for instance, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory.  If you were to walk around Greenwich Village in Manhattan, you might see a tiny little plaque on an NYU building commemorating the deaths of over a hundred women and the dawn of labor law change.  Chances are you would miss this plaque completely if you weren’t looking for it.  That’s it.  A tiny little plaque:

Personally, I like cities like Savannah, Georgia.  If you live in the Historic District, and want to change the outside of your house, you have to “receive a Certificate of Appropriateness before a building permit can be obtained” according to the Metropolitan Planning Commission.  This can be annoying, but it can also protect the history and aesthetic flow of the architecture of a given area.

I think we should always be willing to learn from our past, the good, the bad, the ugly and the shaved chests.  If we, as a species, mean to progress, we need to study the historical footprints of our ancestors.

And this is why I like working for accountants.  Tax laws might change, but the concept of accounting does not.  If you made $5 dollars and spent $6, well, pal, you’re not doing it right – it doesn’t matter if it’s 1955 or 2055.  Here at Bourke Accounting, our experts are looking towards the future with their toes firmly based in a rich and traditional past.  Bourke Accounting professionals are well versed in the newest law changes, but they also know good old fashioned arithmetic.

Come see us any time.  Our number is 502-451-8773 and don’t forget to visit our website at www.bourkeaccounting.com.  See you soon!

P.S. If I go AWOL for a minute, you can find me, front row, at a certain little show in Las Vegas.

Written by Sue H.