Under a ceiling dripping with an unnecessary number of fake crystal chandeliers, a girl in red diamante Victoria’s Secret lingerie takes to the smoke-covered stage. Flicking her blow-dry under the green strobes, she unclips her bra, swinging her hips around the pole.
The opening of a new Spearmint Rhino last week, at the Windmill Theatre in Soho, has reignited an ancient battle between feminists and strippers: a tug of war between empowerment and exploitation that the MeToo movement, Caitlin Moran and T-Pain (who sang “I’m in love with a stripper”) haven’t resolved.
