For many men, a gentlemen’s club (that’s the more genteel phrase if the S-word sounds too harsh) is a comforting refuge in a politically correct world. In an era where the wrong move, or the wrong phrase, can get you marched down to the human resources department, these establishments provide the antidote.

No matter how insensitive, boorish or physically repulsive you may be, an attractive woman will smile at you, laugh at your jokes, bolster your ego. You can be rude and crude. Life’s a Mad Men episode, and you’re the star. Blouses and skirts are made to come off. If you’re fixated on knowing how someone looks under her clothes, you don’t have to use your imagination. I should know — I used to do PR for a gentlemen’s club here in town.

But can you grab? Legally, no, as any unwanted touching is assault. And as loyalists of the S-word scene will tell you, such ungentlemanly behavior might get you tossed into the alley. However, if everyone’s amenable and the money’s right, it’s just another day at the office.

This is not meant to pass judgment. Women accept, and some embrace, the situation because it can pay really well. Men shell out lots of money for these dubious privileges. A lot of contentious situations in our world are avoidable. You don’t think that wealthy preachers should ask believers to buy them a private jet? Don’t chip in. Is $25 million too much to pay a guy to throw a ball? Don’t buy a ticket. Make your own choice.

Likewise, whatever our opinion of strip clubs, as long as there’s no coercion and everyone has opted in, so be it.

The problem is outside those four walls.

As Donald Trump made clear long before the Access Hollywood tape surfaced, his strip club attitude and his strip club actions had no boundaries.