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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.
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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...
On Basketball Towns and Brittle Women
This is a map of California. It is a population-density map, but I embellished it to include, as accurately as I could place them, all the “Hooters” restaurant locations.
Do you notice anything strange about this? Anything at all?
That’s right…if you’re in the Sacramento area as I am, you live in a place with PLENTY enough nose-count and commerce to justify a nearby Hooter’s location, but there’s nary one to be found. You have to drive A HUNDRED MILES to get to the nearest one.
Hooter’s executives have wisely tuned in to this issue and started to do something about it, making plans to build one near Arco Arena. Adding weight to the theory that there is something cultural going on to keep the franchise out of here, a citizens’ committee has formed to fight the move. Why? Rumor has it there is a high school nearby.
Wow, stop the presses. Kids in high school might see some pretty girls.
Hey concerned parents. What’s a Royal Court Dancer? You’ve got them right across the street.
This is all such a red herring. The fact is, women in this location are brittle. By that I mean, they have an idea of what kind of “fun” men are supposed to have, and let’s just say this has more to do with the movies Sandra Bullock makes now than the kind she used to make. “Thou shalt look upon no prettier female than I.” Supply and demand.
I saw this attitude before, in Detroit. Men are annoying; men having fun, looking at pretty girls, are even more annoying. I haven’t seen this anywhere else.
What do Detroit and Sacramento have in common? They’re basketball towns. Hey, it’s just a theory, I can’t prove a thing about it. But I do know basketball towns aren’t healthy mentally. They wish they were football towns, and can’t admit it. For basketball to be the primary spectator sport in a municipality, it seems to do something to the relationship between men and women.
But then again, there are now five Hooter’s locations within 20 miles of Detroit. There goes my theory I guess.
Here’s something people don’t quite get about Hooter’s: It’s actually a very good place to have lunch when you’re on a business trip. It’s CHEAP. The waitresses aren’t just pretty – they’re smart, responsive and friendly too. When you need something they’re all over you, and when you don’t, they buzz off and let you eat. Shoot, skimpy outfits or no, Sacramento could really use something like that.
I’ve seen a lot of Hooter’s waitresses and…uh…their “hooters”. About the size of croquet balls, if that. Nobody’s falling out of their top as far as I can see. It’s not a strip joint, nothing even close to it, so the “I don’t want to explain to my darling baby what a ‘Hooter’ is” is just demagoguery. Fact is, Sacramento can’t have the restaurant because our brittle women won’t let us.
What’s the solution? Maybe as simple as, just ignore all the shouting and yelling and let the damn place in. Women who are so insecure they want to control who all else their men look at, are probably dim enough that they’re just doing what they see other women doing. The cultural stuff will work itself out. The one thing I’ve noticed consistently in my travels is that wherever there’s a Hooter’s, the women are friendlier whether they work there or not. Or who knows, maybe it’s just that I’m in a better mood.
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