Buffalo Gal

I'm all about tolerance, acceptance and understanding... until they want to put a strip club in my back yard.
I have no issue with the power of the g-string to empty men's wallets, consenting adults and all... just not in the old Masonic building across the street.
For years, such activity in this region was largely limited to across the border. The "Canadian National Ballet" in Fort Erie was the must-stop for batchelor parties. I always laughed at the anxiety of the other wives, "let them have fun," I said. With a designated driver, finite funds and a previous engagement at the church the next day... why not?
Then came the suburban clubs, around the airport. appealing to the "business traveller" (with parking lots full of local farmers' trucks and soccer Dad vans). Still, I supported their right to free expression and watered drinks. The locations were still buffered by large parking lots and industrial parks.
I don't believe downtown should be an architectural masouleum. The vast majority of the folks who were up-in-arms about putting a casino downtown don't live here, probably rarely visit.
I like the idea of a thousand jobs and the opportunity to bring suburbanites to a land they see as foreign and dangerous when the Sabres aren't playing (there is apparently an NHL force field of protection).
But putting titty dancers in my backyard is admitting we are not a neighborhood and will never be one.
If we could get a quart of milk after 6 p.m. or the Hyatt didn't lock it's doors to Main St. after 9 p.m. or anything but bars were open on weekends, maybe I'd see it differently.
Parking for our guests is enough of a challenge without asking them to compete with horny drunks.
Which is not to say horny drunks aren't people too... just not people I like passed out over the hood of my car.
P.S.
Just got the morning paper. The application was rejected by the city. What a shame. It might have been interesting adding all those nice girls working on their PhDs during the day to the neighborhoood mix...
Some people can be so close-minded.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook		2005-10-13 6:50 AM The NIMBY trap I'm all about tolerance, acceptance and understanding... until they want to put a strip club in my back yard. I have no issue with the power of the g-string to empty men's wallets, consenting adults and all... just not in the old Masonic building across the street. For years, such activity in this region was largely limited to across the border. The "Canadian National Ballet" in Fort Erie was the must-stop for batchelor parties. I always laughed at the anxiety of the other wives, "let them have fun," I said. With a designated driver, finite funds and a previous engagement at the church the next day... why not? Then came the suburban clubs, around the airport. appealing to the "business traveller" (with parking lots full of local farmers' trucks and soccer Dad vans). Still, I supported their right to free expression and watered drinks. The locations were still buffered by large parking lots and industrial parks. I don't believe downtown should be an architectural masouleum. The vast majority of the folks who were up-in-arms about putting a casino downtown don't live here, probably rarely visit. I like the idea of a thousand jobs and the opportunity to bring suburbanites to a land they see as foreign and dangerous when the Sabres aren't playing (there is apparently an NHL force field of protection). But putting titty dancers in my backyard is admitting we are not a neighborhood and will never be one. If we could get a quart of milk after 6 p.m. or the Hyatt didn't lock it's doors to Main St. after 9 p.m. or anything but bars were open on weekends, maybe I'd see it differently. Parking for our guests is enough of a challenge without asking them to compete with horny drunks. Which is not to say horny drunks aren't people too... just not people I like passed out over the hood of my car. P.S. Just got the morning paper. The application was rejected by the city. What a shame. It might have been interesting adding all those nice girls working on their PhDs during the day to the neighborhoood mix... Some people can be so close-minded. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top