I’ve seen kids in Hooters for years. I did think it was a bit odd, but no big deal.
I think the food there is very sub-par, so I only ever end up there if a friend is planning something and wants to go there.
One time I went in, and I hear a “hey, Eonwe!” Turns out one of my kids from the high school was working there. That was a little . . . odd.
Yep. As the joke goes,
Q: Do you know what the job application is at Hooters?
A: They hand the girl a bra and say, “Here, fill this out.”
As it happens, I’m working on the grant application right now. I just wonder, should I hyphenate “breast fetishization”?
When my brother and I were in elementary school in the early 1990s, my family was on it’s way to Washington DC to visit family. When we stopped at a hotel, my parents looked through the phonebook to try to find a place to eat dinner.
We wound up at Hooters. There was indeed a kids menu.
Mom was very embarrassed. I still don’t know if this was a cunning plan by dad, or a mistake on both of their parts.
No, no, no–you need to call it “Cocks” and, of course, the restaurant logo would be a rooster!
I simply don’t understand this attitude. If the Hooters was on the harbor then there were probably women walking around outside it in bikini tops that show a heck of a lot more than a t-shirt with a bra under it. Why will the t-shirts generate low self-esteem but the bikini tops won’t?
I’d call it “Schmeckels.” In this area, only my accountant and my attorney would get it.
I’ve heard that one such rival did open up, though it was called “Peckers” and the logo, contrasting the Hooters owl, was a toucan with a very long bill.
I read in some teen magazine years ago about some girls at some high school who took offense at the whole Hooters concept and drew up some shirts that had roosters on them and a logo that said “Cocks- Nothing to crow about.” The story got attention because the girls were suspended and forbidden from wearing the shirts or something. Blah blah, sexist double standards, feminists worked up into a froth, blah blah.
I can’t think of a better mascot for a place called “Peckers” than Woody Woodpecker.
It’s in Weslaco, TX. Or was. I first kissed my (later) wife in it’s parking lot. Opens and closes a lot, as it’s owners are always up to no good. Fun place.
Ah, Hooters. My wife’s brother-in-law was a regular there. His teenage daughter got into a bit of a spat with him about it; she said it was degrading to women, he insisted it was just another restaurant. She won the argument with a reversal; she told him she actually agreed with him, but she’d just been arguing the other side because she’d landed a summer job as a waitress there, and wanted to be sure what he really thought before she accepted it. It was amazing how fast the tune changed.
My best bud and me would go to Hooters every month or so back in the 80’s. The food was OK, but the girls were (naturally) the main reason we went. They were generally quite attractive and shapely, and would talk to you a bit and let you do a little harmless flirting. We were quite a bit older, but since we didn’t hit on them or say anything rude, they were friendly and talkative.
The one thing that we really enjoyed was that most of the girls had very nice legs. They all wore the tiny shorts, and although they weren’t especially tight, they fit rather … er … snuggly, with a little bit of cheekage showing. All the girls, unless they were particularly fair-skinned, had nice tanned bare legs.
This changed at some point in the early 90’s. Now the girls are generally skinnier, would rather talk with their fellow waitresses than chat up the customers, and now wear these awful shiny industrial-strength panyhose. Their legs look like sausages. And personally, I don’t care for tattoos and piercings, so when nearly every girls has at least a half dozen (that I can see), it just isn’t very attractive to me.
We go in a Hooters maybe once a year now, just to see if anything has improved. It hasn’t. The food isn’t all that special, so there just isn’t any attraction anymore.
That’s the best story I’ve heard all month. I hope the young lady ends up in law school - she has a keen mind and a knack for advocacy!
I agree with your assessment, but what does “on the block” mean in this context?
The block-long section of East Baltimore Street in Baltimore that used to be the home of all the strip joints, most of which are no longer there.
I enjoy going to Hooters. I am a regular at the Harding Place/Largo Drive location in Nashville. I always enjoy talking to the waitresses. I like the food and the attention! There are quite a number of families with small children at my Hooters; it is definitely “family-friendly”!
IMO, society has really been dropping the ball for some time. Hooter’s is one example and the way that daughter tricked her father was priceless.
Notice, too, how Vegas has become “kid friendly”? Makes perfect sense from a business perspective: they can raise the next gen of gamblers, make everything seem like it’s just family fun.
Or consider how we have an obesity epidemic but they sell sodas, chips, etc. in the schools to make money. Districts sign contracts and in exchange the soft drink companies build stadiums for them. Like the health benefit of a stadium for a few jocks balances the zillion soft drinks that were consumed to build it?
Too many parents allow their kids to run the house…it’s that simple. Watch “Supernanny” or read Time’s article about the Twixters. Many have abdicated their role as parent and chose to be “friends” with their kids instead.
If the corporate rule is being enforced in my city, then the minimum is a 18A and the maximum is 32A. Calling this place Hooters is one big joke. How 'bout calling it 'Daisy Duke Clothed Flat Chested Chicks?"
About 10 years ago, a floormate in college told me that she applied for a job there and they gave her a pair of shorts. She fit into them, but they were a little snug, and she asked for the next size up. She was told there was no such size. You fit into small shorts, or you didn’t work there.
Let us assume for the sake of argument that her story was true, and that it still applies. Girls who fit into small shorts will probably also fit into small tops, and usually do not naturally have really large breasts (said the girl with large breasts and the rest of her to match). A very small girl with very large breasts will most of the time have achieved her size by surgical means, and will need to make up that investment by doing something more lucrative. Maybe being a Spice Girl. Maybe stripping. Maybe marrying Donald Trump. But probably not hustling for chintzy tips at Hooters.
The above is a WAG that I made up on the spot. Enjoy. Or not. As you please.