I had a version of this worked up when the news broke that Hooters is up for sale.
It started me thinking that some fine benefactor may come to the rescue, and both Donald Trump and Tiger Woods sprang immediately to mind. I finally settled on investor William Jefferson Clinton who, while recuperating from his latest heart episode might come upon this news story and proclaim “Haiti, Schmaiti – these Hooters girls… need… mah… help.”
Pity you can’t hear my Clinton impression because as my voice ages, I think it’s spot on!
For the record, I’ve only been to Hooters once. I found the wait staff to be borderline hostile. We were perfect gentlemen, yet as we left the hostess and the servers were silent as we walked out. Typically you hear “Thank you, come again”.
Now, I can understand the controversy this kind of objectification of young women causes; but I’m also of the mindset that “If you’ve got it flaunt it”, particularly because you won’t “have it” forever. As I was researching the drawing in the first two panels ( it didn’t take long, I swear) I stumbled upon an interesting perspective, and I suggest you read this essay by a Hooters girl.
Thank you. And please, come again.