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Hooters: ‘An Ethnography of Breastaurant Masculinity’

WUWT?: This is an actual paper, published in a peer reviewed journal. I wouldn’t call it science, when it’s actually some sort of strange rant like something from a SJW. And what the hell is a “breastaurant”? Hooters maybe? Yep, I had to look it up.

breastaurant is a restaurant that has skimpily-dressed female waiting staff. The term “breastaurant” dates from the early 1990s, around the time that the restaurant chain Hooters became popular in the United States.

So now people are conducting “research” in Hooters.  MORE

 

22 Comments on Hooters: ‘An Ethnography of Breastaurant Masculinity’

  1. All those big words in that article are above my pay grade. Call me an old fart, but I go to a restaurant to enjoy the food. The scenery is the lovely Mrs Chiggerbug!

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  2. Our one and only Hooters in Eastern Washington went over like a lead balloon within 5 yrs. of opening. It then became a casino and is now a church. I never went there just because. I also don’t patronize a local coffee stand with topless baristas, if I want to buy coffee I don’t need to be looking at and ogling some young bimbo’s boobs and besides from what I hear the coffee isn’t all that good. You can call me old fashioned and a fuddy duddy but that’s just the way I am.

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  3. Spent many an hour and thousands of dollars there in the late 80s early 90s. Got to know a few of them outside of work and they were quite interesting. One was working on her MS and is now a museum curator. Who would have guessed?

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  4. Sidebar: I’ve only been in a Hooters twice. Once was a group get-together where I had no control over the venue, and the other was on the road somewhere in AZ or NM because it was the only eatery within walking distance of our motel. The food was OK and the beer cold and plentiful.

    But the reason for this comment is that I did indeed learn a very valuable thing at that Southwestern Hooters. When our pleasant and efficient waitress brought my beer, she placed the standard paper bar napkin on the table, picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled a little on the napkin, then set the mug of beer down on the salty paper.

    “Why did you do that?” I asked her.

    “That way the wet glass doesn’t stick to the paper napkin,” she explained.

    And she was absolutely correct. A little salt on the napkin and the wet glass won’t stick.

    Sometimes it is the little things that make life more pleasant. Thanks, Hooters!

    Edit: I’d say she was about a 34C.

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  5. So conflicted by rope-a-dope and sandpaper. Always tried that Baseball thought or on that warm wet beach thing Dad told me about. Dad, the baseball thing was crap! It ain’t the Meat, it’s the motion also had some memories as why,, FOCUS! Just enjoy!

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