Hooters
Last night to celebrate the end of the first summer session, I and some friends went out to eat. I was told it was dinner and a movie, but due to timing considerations I couldn’t stay for the movie, so it was just dinner. I was told that we needed to go to the theatre first to get tickets, and then we could go to have dinner. So I’m driving in towards the theatre and the person is like “that was just a ruse to get you here - just turn right into Hooters, that’s where we’re having dinner” and so I do.
I wouldn’t have gone along if I’d known that was where we were going, and she knew it.
It was the girls who had eaten at a Hooters before, not the guys. It was the guys that didn’t want to eat there, not the girls.
I think that women that are at peace with sensuous feminine imagery are in stark contrast to men who can be afraid of female sexuality, lest it unleash “lower desires” within the men. It is not dissimilar to the rationality/instinct divide that I allude to earlier.
We ate on a patio, and I faced away from the restaurant, so I wouldn’t have a waitress in my field of vision most of the time. I think I managed to see less of the Hooters waitresses than the time I ate next door to a different Hooters.
I don’t mind going to Hooters. The food is good. As far as the waitresses, it is no big deal since they dpn’t do anything for me. Now if they had a male hooters, I think I would be like the guys on your trip. Very uncompfortable.