When I board the subway at night after a long, hard day of work, I relish the opportunity to sit in silence with myself. Nothing would irk me more than having to ignore the commotion caused by a pole-dancing Catwoman armed with a boom box. Sound unlikely? Think again, because Milan has got it going on.
A young twenty-something lap dancer has cornered a new market: late night travelers of public transportation. It oddly makes sense: her clients are trapped, bored, and ready to decompress at the end of the day. If they're seated, they have laps. If they're standing, she has a pole. And if they're working this late at night, then surely they have money to spend. So she does a little dance, takes a collection, and leaves the train at the next stop.
She hasn't encountered any complaints yet, as most people consider it a "welcome change" from the usual beggars and musicians aboard Milan's Metropolitana. (Are Milanese women asleep while this is going on?) Meanwhile, I'm on the fence about this...or edge of my seat: are we on the fast track to getting our own source of public transpor-gyration in the U.S.?