I’ve grown up a little jaded. Vegas billboards leave little to the imagination, even when what they’re selling isn’t even sex. Except, I guess it’s semantics because they are using sex to sell something, but when you’re numb to it, you don’t notice until it’s gone.
When we moved to Reno we sighed in relief when we realized they hold different standards to billboards where kids and adults alike are concerned. That was until I drove around the corner from our new house.
To be fair we live on the fringe of midtown Reno. It’s close to city living and the life that comes from being downtown. I get it.
But recently I’ve started taking a quicker route to the freeway, and I realized that brings me right by our neighborhood strip club. When I am on my own, I remain normal. When my children are in the car my behavior changes-as it should.
My job title is Mom. Part of my job description is raising kids who guard their eyes and hearts from temptations that pollute them. I am a protector as we navigate what sometimes feels like crazy wild animal raising. I am all in. So, driving by the sign playing a digital video loop of stripping without using it to teach my kids something feels like a total waste.
Today I am writing over at Reno Moms’ Blog. I’m stoked to be their newest monthly contributor!
Read the thank you letter I wrote to the Neighborhood Strip Club here.
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