My sister is throwing her twin a surprise poledancing party for their 24th birthday. They and ten friends (or is that eight friends?) will learn poledancing routines, dress up in costumes, and basically drink and be merry.
I think I will get them each a copy of Ariel Levy's Female Chauvinist Pigs as presents. My husband suggests I get them Richard Flanagan's The Unknown Terrorist, his thriller about a poledancer who is mistaken for a terrorist.
Arrgh, I'm a sanctimonious old cow. Let them have their fun.
I'll worry if they come home with underwear stuffed with tips, or a job.
(For good-looking twins, it's not outside the realms of possibility.)