Hooters has the right to fire her, and the public has the right to say they're assholes for it. The restaurant is lame anyway. Just go to a strip club or the internet if you want to see naked chicks.

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

I've seen fat hooters waitresses, but they had the biggest tits. This girl has no tits, I would never have hired her.

Was I the only one annoyed, not by the fattness of the manager, but by the fact that he was a dude? I know I'm the resident feminist, but it feels way more sleazy to hire a dude to manage hooters than it does to hire a lady.

William Carlos Williams. But why?

One of my favorite poems of all time by the way. The other two are:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

and the one about the girl adjusting her shoe, seen through the window of a moving vehicle. That one's my very favorite poem of all time, but I can't find it to save my life.

Pfft. Suddenly you think you're Blitzgal?

You know who's Blitzgal?

Blitzgal. You knew that.

Why do you feminists always have to have ranks? Why can't you be a team?

A question I ask myself on the daily.

Dammit.

The red wheelbarrow is an absolute shit poem that means absolutely shit until you hear the (supposed) backstory and you get it. This country doctor looking out the window for a brief moment while trying to save a dying girl.

It's apparent garbage with so much subtext.

"Hooters Managers = Failed Strip club manager." is so...succinct. It says it all. It is better than the red wheelbarrow.

Not like, some people could argue it was better. It cleared up the issue that was the red wheelbarrow. The red wheelbarrow needed the dying girl explanation to make sense. Hooters Managers = Failed Strip club manager. Just does it. Perfectly.

Well, I would have capitalized club manager. No. I would have un capped all managers and capped Club, thus Hooters managers = Failed Strip Club managers.

Then let the literary types argue over the capitalization of strip club for the next 50 years.

Maybe if you spent less time talking to yourself and more time getting to know others...

listening, I'm saying. You have to listen to people. Then they trust you and stand in front of you and take bullets.

It's why I don't listen to people. I'm not that cold.

Petek, my man. You're comepletely insane. I like you a lot.

I agree, she knew what she was getting herself into. I used to work at Hooters when I was a teenager (and I was an asshat) and they make you wear your hair down a certain way (which was against health codes at every other restaurant I worked at but whateves..), they make you do your make up a certain way. You have to change in and out of that dumb outfit in the store like a stripper because you can't be seen outside of work in the "Hooters brand". If you keep any part of your uniform after you work there, you get charged something like $200 for it. It's pretty militant. I only lasted a month or two. If she had been there for years, it should be no surprise to her.

I dont get hooters either, but i guess it's for people who want to see real naked chicks (hence scratch porn off the list) but dont have the guts to go to a strip-club.

Also, hooters tries to play it as "funny". Which to me sounds as Playboy pretending to be "artistic", but that's another issue.

In Italy we have strip clubs, but also a bunch of hooter like places. One of the most infamous is a restaurand founded by a pornstar that basically takes the idea of hooters (only the chicks are way way worse than the one in this case, since they're basically gals who couldnt EVEN do strip clubs. do the math), adds to it a few tame sexual numbers, and all the food has sexual innuendos.

My father loved to go there with his co-workers. He paid a ton of money, they went there, got drunk and made rude comments to the waitresses (cause they felt allowed to do that as part of the deal). And they ate stuff like penis shaped pasta, hamburger shaped like tits. And oh, how fuckin' hilaaaaaarious was that to him.

So i guess hooters has a similar Frat vibe.

Anyway, this chick doesnt look fat to me.