I wanted to shriek, "I've got your pole right HERE!" except...I don't. Have one. Damn penis envy strikes again!
Yes, I got the yearly "See You at the Pole" email at my school this morning.
You know what my problem really is? It's the aggressive nature of the enterprise. The stated purpose of the pole meeting activity, essentially, is to protest church/state separation. It is also, as a colleague pointed out this morning, exclusionary and ripe for abuse, as one's absence from the event could be noted and used against you. I in no way believe that someone at my institution would do that, but the potential is there, and I hate everything about the entire business anyway. Gah.
Besides, don't they know they're participating in a pagan ritual by hopping around a pole? Don't they realize the phallocentric eroticism they're perpetuating?