A hundred years ago in the United Kingdom, if you said you were going to a “gentlemen’s club,” everyone understood what you meant: a private, upper-class establishment where you could read the paper, have a meal, play parlor games, and trade gossip with others of your social standing.
Today, on both sides of the Atlantic, if you said you were going to a “gentleman’s club,” it is assumed you will be paying to see a striptease in a low-lit bar that smells like urinal cakes and hopelessness.
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