Detached irony or cultural cringe?

I’m hugely ambivalent about the “ironic” burlesque revival – it’s still nearly always only female bodies on display, with the many fabulous male performers pushed to the showbiz margins of inner-city gay clubs and occasional hen’s nights while the burlesque girls venture regularly into mainstream suburban pubs, where they consciously drop the most confronting pieces from the run-sheet because they figure that the audience out there* won’t get/doesn’t want those anyway.