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American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Canary in a Coal Mine
This is yet another post singing the praises of Hooter’s, which is not for everybody. You’ve been warned.
Like Chris Rock says, nobody goes to Hooter’s for the wings. Hooter’s wings are somewhere between Kentucky Fried Chicken items, and something you’d find in the frozen section of Albertson’s. But the international franchise consistently gets high praise from this blog for two reasons:
So Hooter’s is both an oasis, and an alarm clock. It is like a canary in a coal mine.
An in the early-warning-system function, it has just fulfilled this useful purpose by means of the latest plans to open up shop in New Zealand.
Kiwi women don’t like Hooters
08 September 2005
By SUE ALLEN and NZPAAmerican restaurant Hooters, whose “Hooters Girls” wear tight shorts and tank tops, plans to open branches across all major New Zealand centres.
The first is expected to open in Auckland early next year.
Green Party women’s affairs spokeswoman Sue Kedgley described Hooters opening in New Zealand as “retrograde”.
“It just sounds like the blatant sexism of the 1960s that provoked the feminist movement. It’s hard to believe this could be a serious move in the 21st century.”
Rape Crisis spokeswoman Andrea Black said putting women in skimpy clothes and getting them to wait on tables perpetuated the myth that women were purely there for men’s sexual pleasure.
“There’s a risk in that for society as a whole and for women.”
This is amazing. Simply amazing.
Sue Kedgley and Andrea Black are unhappy. Obviously, it’s not enough for them to be reassured that if they don’t like to go to Hooter’s, they don’t have to go. No, they want to stop everybody else from going.
Though it describes itself as a “neighbourhood place”, 68 per cent of customers are male, most aged between 25 and 54.
Oh my goodness, how incriminating! Two-thirds of the clientele have penises, compared to just 49% of the population at large. Statistics lopsided to the tune of nineteen points, how un-neighborhood-ly.
This is good news for me to get ahold of. I’m at a time in my life where if I wanted to go to New Zealand, I could go. I’ve got time, I’ve got money. Two military men I’ve met, something like fifteen years apart, one from the US and one from the UK, have sworn up and down that NZ is a friendly, hospitable place to go. Well, now I know I should stay away. They have at least two angry, outspoken, venomous snakes who think something is terribly wrong with a commercial franchise gives men a fun place to go — plus, as if that weren’t enough, a major newspaper along for the ride.
It is an extraordinarily sad commentary that, given a choice between taking Sue Kedgley out for a night of drinking, dancing and fun, and The Wicked Witch of the West, I’d want to go with the Witch — who at least knew how to smile.
Healthy straight men, single or otherwise, beware. Wherever there is no Hooter’s, this is probably a place you don’t want to visit, and almost certainly don’t want to live.
Hamish Kynaston, an employment law specialist with law firm Buddle Findlay, said though the law did not prohibit people being hired on the basis of their looks, companies doing so would have to be careful not to fall foul of the Human Rights Act.
That meant people could not be discriminated against on the basis of things like age, sex, race or disability.
What is up with this strange place called New Zealand? We have weird laws like that over here in The States, but as far as I understand, generally you’re on safe ground if the job description has something to do with the so-called “discrimination”. Opening a Hooter’s restaurant, or for that matter any retail location with nice-looking girls, and hiring only the nice-looking girls — it’s a no-brainer. This article seems to imply the excuse of job-description has been pitched out the window.
So in addition to a 400-pound tub-of-lard who didn’t land the job as a Hooter’s girl, who else has standing to sue?
The guy with delirium tremens who didn’t get hired as a brain surgeon?
The guy who can’t get a driver’s license because he’s legally blind, who was passed over as an airline pilot?
The disc jockey born without a tongue, who wants to do the morning traffic and weather?
I’d really like to hear from someone who’s spent time in this bizarre country. The nature of the article appears to imply that Hooter’s is on brand-new, hostile territory in the hiring process. If that’s true, for the reasons stated by Mr. Kynaston, we should keep an eye on the place. Either something doesn’t really exist as it’s been presented here, or else this is a country that should have an exceptionally difficult time existing in day-to-day life.
Well I’ve said my piece. I’m off to my local Hooter’s for a late lunch, and anybody who doesn’t like it…bite me!
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