You know what happens when the government de-funds its space program and encourages private sector entrepreneurs to lead the way to the next frontier? People decide to build space station strip clubs, capable not only of orbiting the earth but also, according to Playboy writers A.J. Baime and Jason Harper, traveling "around other celestial bodies." If I knew, as a young, aspiring astronaut/X-Wing fighter pilot, that our first exports to other star systems would be g-strings, overpriced cocktails, misogyny, and shame, I would have aspired to be something useful, like a firefighter. More »
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