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Hooters, the American restaurant chain notorious for its staff of attractive female waitresses in orange shorts and tank tops. The bane of Evangelicals, soccer moms, and moral reformers everywhere, the "revealing" clothing as worn by said waitresses has been an incredible source of controversy for conservatives paralleled only by Darwinian evolution, Black people, and perhaps maybe yoga pants. Never mind the fact that it is no more revealing than what you would see an attractive young woman wearing on any given day and is arguably even more modest. This outfit has become the stuff of legend like Sports Illustrated's annual swimsuit edition. Even the American Left has, in an unprecedented act of bipartisanship, temporarily halted its assault on micro aggressions, gender specific language, and the traditional family unit to oppose the gadfly that is Hooters, as every self-proclaimed feminist, SJW, and emasculated beta male worth their salt knows that heterosexuality (except when it involves fat women with studs) is totally unacceptable.
Even so, these waitresses have become an international sensation. From beauty pageants to music videos and even an annual calendar, Hooters has launched many attractive young women to fame and stardom. That is not even mentioning the dozens more it has helped through college as the tips are undoubtedly better than any other job an inexperienced young woman could hold at that age. All that being said, it is easy to forget that Hooters is, first and foremost, a restaurant specializing in wings, beer, and burgers. It is not a strip club nor is it a brothel. For crying out loud, it even has a children's menu. Either way, the dining aspect has clearly been overshadowed by the fact that its waitresses have a reputation for being so notoriously beautiful.
And so, being a man who loves controversy, wings, and women, I had to pay this place a visit.
My Trip to Hooters: Neither a Positive Nor a Negative Experience
If I had to describe my first trip to Hooters with one word, it would be neutral. The experience was neither bad or good. It was as neutral as Switzerland and the Queen combined. It was on a Sunday evening, about 45 minutes out of town. I tagged along with my mother to one of her biweekly hair appointments which are in the same town that the restaurant is located in. Ordinarily I use the car to visit the mall since the mall in this town blows the one in my town out of the water. This time I used it to dine at Hooters for dinner. I then picked up my mother at the salon and she drove us home. Overall, nothing too eventful happened and it was not a memorable experience for me. I will probably forget about it in a few months. Below I will review my trip in all three aspects:
The Atmosphere: It was awkward at first, especially walking in. Not necessarily because of anything on the part of the staff, but because of my own initial feelings. Not because I am morally opposed to beautiful women in semi-revealing clothing or anything, but just because the thought of them knowing that the precise reason I am here is to be aroused by them was odd, to say in the least. For that reason alone, I had trouble both with maintaining eye contact and appreciating the beauty of the waitresses. Even so, the awkwardness subsided after about the first 15 minutes, and I was able to evaluate the atmosphere of the restaurant. First and foremost, it was about sports and beer. It was loud, there were a lot of talk about football, and most of the patrons were fat white guys although there were a few families. Overall it was not much different from Buffalo Wild Wings, or my personal favorite, Wingstop. Needless to say, I did not enjoy it. I am not a sports fan.
Being the ever studious reader and coffee aficionado, I would have enjoyed myself more at a coffee shop with beautiful women, or a casino where I can play a few casual games of poker. Anything with a more formal setting, where I can wear a suit and tie. At least then I could have fulfilled my dream of being a wannabe aristocratic snob while listening to the It Was Written album by Nas and being served by beautiful women. I felt extremely out of place at Hooters, like a fish out of water. Frankly the sight of fat horny white guys making gluttons out of themselves disgusted me, and the experience became a metaphysical one for me, which I will describe later on.
The Dining Itself: It was negative, to be perfectly honest. I ordered wings and curly fries, the classic, and did not find it to be very good. There is a reason why the prices are so low, and that is because apart from the huge tips that the waitresses must receive, the food is average at best. It is on the level of Applebee's and Chili's, and even that is being graceful
Frankly I would have rather eaten at my personal favorite Wingstop, which I 100% endorse. Even if it means paying double the price and not having beautiful women serve me, their dining experience alone is better than Hooters. Their food is lightyears ahead of the food that Hooters served me, especially the Hickory Smoked BBQ wings and Lemon Pepper chicken strips. No amount of sex appeal, however short those shorts may be, will change this fact.
The Waitresses: I am not stupid. I know that this is what you were all waiting for. Hence why I have saved it until last, as a sort of "grand finale" so to speak. At least this aspect of my experience I can say was 100% positive. Apart from providing some of the greatest service ever, they were as beautiful and as friendly as you would expect. Frankly they were the only redeeming factor about this place, the only reason why I gave it a "neutral" rating opposed to a negative one.
Most of the waitresses are average and slightly above average women on their best days. Very few of them are actually 10/10 supermodel beautiful as in the pageants, calendars, and even images that come up online. This was to be expected, however, because obviously a business is only going to want to showcase its creme of the crop. Even so, they were beautiful enough to get my heart racing, and I think that they helped me to break out of my shell and talk to beautiful women. In that regard, the experience was a very positive one.
Would I Ever Come Back to Eat Here?
As stated earlier, I think from the atmosphere alone that the experience became a metaphysical one for me. That is, it touched upon some of my own insecurities and fears. Being surrounded by fat white guys, the neckbeards, the grease and sauce all over their face...it put me in a dark place. Granted, I do not see myself as one of these guys. For one, I am Hispanic and we colored men almost always have an easier time with women than white guys do. I am also slender and in decent shape since I regularly attend the gym, and am ambitious in school and trying desperately to get better with women. Even so, I know that there is such a thing as self fulfilled prophecies. That is, if I begin to think of myself in such a way and put myself in such and such a situation, I could start to become that way which is a reality I do NOT want to see happen to myself.
I have many of the same tendencies as these guys and thus I do not believe that it would be a good idea for me to make a habit out of frequenting these places at this time in my life.
Make no mistake, I am not morally opposed to women showing off their beauty in a tasteful manner. Hooters is not a strip club. It is not a brothel. It is not lewd, pornographic, or vulgar. There is a difference. And at a future time when I am more secure in who I am, I may very well decide to start frequenting these sorts of places again. Though in my case, I would rather just pay a beautiful woman to dance for me from the comfort of my own home like the belly dancer in this video:
I would not go out to a tacky restaurant with subpar quality dining at best to admire beautiful women. To add to that, I cannot get aroused in the presence of other males. It is too much of a weird sausage party. Either way, that is a topic for another day. The point is that at this time in my life, I think it would be more productive for me to focus on actually getting beautiful women to like me for who I am opposed to just paying them to give me attention. I can do this by bettering myself, approaching more women, gaining more confidence, and generally just continuing down the same path that I am on right now. I am by no means perfect, and I still have a lot of work to go, but I can confidently say that I am at least on the right path to redemption, and that I should keep at it if I want to better my prospects with beautiful women in the real world.
In Conclusion,
I think that the controversy is for nothing. As stated earlier, the waitresses are wearing nothing more revealing than what I would see any other female wearing anywhere else on any other given day. If anything, it is actually more modest than some of the things I see women wearing nowadays. Even so, I recognize that the issue is more complex than this. It has to do with the concept of objectification itself and how these women are treated. Regarding the former, I have nothing to say about that other than that Hooters exposes the utter hypocrisy of BOTH sides of the political spectrum in the United States. Hence why I referred to it as a "gadfly" at the beginning of this article. Conservative soccer moms and angry liberal feminists alike both decry Hooters for featuring attractive women in sexy clothing to appease heterosexual men.
And yet, when Ashley Graham made the cover of Sports Illustrated, these same conservative soccer moms and angry liberal feminists alike fell in love with the swimsuit edition.
The point being, their problem with Hooters is not really about objectification as much as it is about their own personal insecurities. It is the same with bitter neckbeards and MGTOW types who, despite complaining about female hypergamy, support places like Hooters to begin with. That is, they would just as soon become what they hate if they were afforded the same opportunity to do so. For neckbeard MGTOW types, it is paying money at places like Hooters to feel like pimps. For aging, out of shape soccer moms and butch, unattractive feminists, it is "plus sized" models like Ashley Graham and Robyn Lawley whose accomplishments have given them some semblance of hope: namely, that if they really wanted to, they could work at Hooters, be on the cover of Sports Illustrated, or model lingerie. Just look at the Not an Angel campaign. When a thinner, attractive women does something like this, they condemn it as objectification, degrading, morally outrageous and the like. But when a heavier, less attractive woman does it like the models mentioned above, they praise it as empowering, glorious, and good. Total double standard.
You cannot do that. Just as a bitter neckbeard MGTOW type must oppose promiscuity at its core with no exceptions to be taken seriously, so these angry, aging, and less attractive women must oppose objectification at its core with no exceptions for heavier women like Ashley Graham and Robyn Lawley in order to be taken seriously. Until then, all this talk about objectification is moot.
Regarding the second point, that is, how these waitresses are treated and how Hooters as a business deals with it, that is a much fairer point and one that warrants consideration. I know from research that strip clubs for example ironically have very strict, no tolerance policies about touching and the like, precisely because they occupy such a legal gray area and are under so much scrutiny. For a place that is a little more "established" in the American mainstream like Hooters, how this business deals with sexual harassment and/or whatever treatment their waitresses may receive from rowdy young males who are aroused and under the influence of alcohol is very important and should be looked into. I can say from my own anecdotal experience that there was no funny business or inappropriate behavior on the part of the customers, as most of them were just fixated on the sports. Even so, this is precisely why - if I wanted to pay money to ogle beautiful women - I would rather just pay a woman to dance for me from the comfort of my own home than go somewhere like Hooters. At least then, she would be a private contractor and I would know that my money is not supporting a potentially sketchy business. Not that I am saying Hooters is a sketchy business - my knowledge of them is limited - but it is precisely because of my limited knowledge that I would rather play it safe than sorry, if I were going to pay money to ogle beautiful women, which I am not at the moment.
For now, I would rather focus on bettering my prospects with beautiful women in the "real" world than pay money, either through Hooters or my own personal dancer, for their attention, which in the end is nothing more than an illusion.
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