Boston.com - You're a grown-up with children of your own. You're chomping popcorn at the TD Banknorth Garden during halftime, swapping sports-talk with your father in-law, when the Celtics Dancers take the floor. The lights dim, the music pounds, and suddenly you've all been transported to the Bada Bing. Booties shake. Pelvises grind. Cleavage heaves. All that's missing for the perfect pole dance is the pole. I'm not out to ruin everyone's fun, but last time I checked, the purpose of attending a Celtics game was to watch basketball. These days, you can barely focus on the action on the court for all the action off of it  I always walk out of a game feeling slightly dazed from all the sounds and lights. It's like I've been to a rave. The problem is that about one-third of the audience is female. And while we ladies can't help but be impressed by the dancers' skill and flexibility - I didn't know that legs could actually splay in some of those directions - some of us are a little put-off when the porn takes over the paint. And yes, it is porn, i.e. erotic behavior intended to arouse a quick, intense emotional reaction.  As a fairly recent transplant from New York, I'm a little puzzled by all this. I thought that I was moving to the land of stiff collars and self-restraint. No one thinks of Boston as "sexy." Boston is classic. It's distinguished. It's Brooks Brothers and Bloody Marys. Maybe that's why the Celtics Dancers' erotic interruptions feel so incongruous. And when I glance around at the game, I see plenty of baffled faces. There are suburban dads in attendance with preteen daughters, shrugging helplessly. They seem to be saying, "These aren't your role models!" There are respectable older gentlemen, like my father-in-law, who sinks deeper into his popcorn. Our eyes don't meet. There are also legions of teenage boys, their eyes like saucers, holding up their cellphones to get the perfect soft-porn picture to show off around school. I guess those are the customers the Celtics are hoping to please. Still, porn has its place, and that's not on the parquet of the Garden. You would think that having the turnaround team with the best record in the NBA would be enough for the Celtics. Personally, I wish Kevin Garnett's dunks weren't competing with Courtney's curves for my attention.

Kate Darnton, a book editor, lives in Boston.

Don’t you love feminists?  Always trying to stir up trouble where there is none.   Let me ask you something.   What are the odds that Kate Darnton is remotely attractive?  Like a million to one?   A bazillion to win? I mean has there ever been an attractive feminist in the history of the world?   I don’t think so. They’re all former fat chicks who were somehow wronged in high school by the cool crowd.   At least that’s what I’ve heard.   Regardless, who is Kate trying to fool here?   Listen honey I’ve been to a Celtics game too.  And I haven’t seen any of these people that you’re talking about who look horrified when the Celtics dancers take the stage.  I’ve seen some people saying they wish they were hotter or they wish they had less clothes on.  I’ve seen some people debate what outfit looks the best or which one they’d want to bang more.  But I haven’t seen anybody look upset, embarrassed or ashamed.  Wake Up Kate!  It’s 2008.   This is nothing!   So as much as I respect a transplanted feminist New Yorker’s opinion of what should happen at a Celtics game, I think she should stick with subjects she knows about like cooking and body image.     Because pro sports is about entertainment.  And nothing keeps people entertained like hot chicks shaking their ass.