If we don’t give a hoot about Hooters, we’re all in Pottersville now
WHEN IT comes to women’s breasts and the ogling thereof by men, we’re not only not better now than we were in the bra-burning 1970s, we’re definitely considerably worse. The other month, not a day went by in the soaraway tabloid “newspapers” when we weren’t being presented with pictorial evidence of the supposedly racy “plunging necklines” of Holly Willoughby, fragrant presenter of Dancing On Ice, wearing the sort of evening gowns Brucie’s Anthea Redfern did on The Generation Game 30 years ago, inspiring no such similar glee.
The other week, Pamela Anderson’s breasts were being presented to Hugh Hefner for his 82nd birthday treat, Pamela performing a personal lap-dance for the grizzled tycoon, in the nude, at the Palms Fantasy Towers in Las Vegas. “He was stunned,” frothed hotel owner George Maloof, “and had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.”
And now comes news of the “expansion” (fnarr-fnarr) into the UK of a chain of restaurants called Hooters, a US-born franchise that specialises in men being served their chicken wings by a smiling nubile with enormous breasts, wearing a comically tight T-shirt emblazoned with the word Hooters and Kylie-sized scarlet hot pants (tag line: “A fun place to work!”) Its first UK branch has now opened in Nottingham, where you’ll find plasma TVs playing manly sports (wrestling, basketball, darts) and a sticker above the fryer in the kitchen announcing “No Fat Chicks”. Which the “world-famous Hooters Girls” naturally think is hilarious, as well as naturally loving the perpetually drivelling innuendo slavering from the lips of their 21-year- old male core customer, possibly at a stag night, which they’ve officially told the company they endorse.
Hooters Girls, it turns out, have to literally sign up for the game, through the company contract that states: “My job duties require I wear the designated Hooters Girl uniform. My job duties require that I interact with and entertain the customers. The Hooters concept is based on female sex appeal and the work environment is one in which joking and sexual innuendo based on female sex appeal is commonplace. I do not find my job duties, uniform requirements or work requirements or work environment to be offensive, intimidating, hostile or unwelcome”. In other words: “So if it all goes horribly wrong and you decide you don’t like “entertaining” the customers, don’t bother us with your pesky lawsuits “
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