From the NYT: A story on pole dancing craze.
Now, don't get me wrong, I think this is a most EXCELLENT "turn" of events. "Tone your body, blow your mind!" indeed.
But I'm not sure my wife would really wear a tank-top that says, "Got Pole?"
I can imagine her pole-dancing, though. In fact, whenever I have to get a filling at the dentist or have to listen to a long sociology lecture (these two events are barely distinguishable, by the way), I intend to close my eyes and imagine my wife pole-dancing. I'm sure it will make the time pass much more quickly.
(Nod to Anonyman. I tried to imagine HIM pole dancing, and it cured my need for lunch)