There is a reason communists are stereotyped as a dour bunch of people. Because they are a dour bunch of fucking people.
If they aren’t enslaving their country’s entire populace in factories under the guise of equality, they are banning any forms of self-expression, since individuality is the bane of the collective proletariat, upon which the backs of glorious empire society is built.
Can’t have workers having fun, because then they aren’t providing for the motherland. No. You work and you work and you work and you work and you work and then when you die from working non-stop, your friends don’t get to celebrate your death with strippers, for that is an insult to all the work you should or could be doing.
That’s why China is trying to ban strippers from attending funerals. We mentioned awhile back about how the practice was widespread in Taiwan, but apparently it’s also common in China.
But not for long, for China wants to stop it. From the Wall Street Journal:
According to a statement from the Ministry of Culture on Thursday, the government plans to work closely with the police to eliminate such performances, which are held with the goal of drawing more mourners.
Crackdowns have already begun.
In the Handan incident earlier this year, the ministry said, six performers had arrived to offer an erotic dance at the funeral of an elderly resident. Investigators were dispatched and the performance was found to have violated public security regulations, with the person responsible for the performing troupe in question detained administratively for 15 days and fined 70,000 yuan (about $11,300), the statement said. The government condemned such performances for corrupting the social atmosphere.
Damn. Fifteen days in jail. That’s a serious situation. China prison ain’t nothing to mess with, I presume.
Now, look. I may not be the most patriotic, jingoistic Bro out there, and I have serious issues with a large swath of American ideology, but damn if I’m not happy to live in a country that lets me have tits in my face whenever I damn please, even if there’s a molting, rotting corpse sharing the room with us.