I saw a Hooters commercial today for the first time. Needless to say I didn’t like it.

Aside from being glad that I don’t have children to protect from such images, I started to wonder how well it would go over if my idea for a chain of restaurants called Balls was advertised on TV. In my mind, it would look just as ridiculous as the commercial I saw; maybe even more so since we aren’t used to seeing men prance around like objects.

But I’ve discussed this before so now is as good as time as ever to repost my opinions on that particular restaurant chain.

I don’t have a problem with women making their own choices, but I do have a problem when those choices are made out of ignorance, peer pressure, or silly man made traditions.

Enter Hooters- a restaurant, and a term that is often used to describe a woman’s body part.

Women walk around in tight shirts, short shorts, and serve you chicken…so I’ve heard because I’ve never been there.

Still, I don’t see how anyone could find this quasi-strip club like atmosphere anything less than offensive. Furthermore, to allow children in such a place is just wrong.

What are you teaching your son when you take him to eat at Hooters? Women are objects who you should oogle at as they serve you food?

What are you teaching your daughters when you take them to eat at Hooters? That they should aspire to look good in underwear-like pants and cleavage-revealing tops so they can prance around men and get tips and compliments?

I know that some will argue that if a woman has a problem with it then she is insecure, uptight, and frigid.
That argument is tired, old, and played out. Why should women have to accept being objectified? Why should they have to put up with feeling uncomfortable just to fit in?

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Women are the only group in the world that gets points for partaking in their own marginalization.

Girls Can’t What? Wrote a post back in March about Hooters and the comments vary from “the food is good” to “if you don’t like it, don’t eat there”, to “yup, it’s degrading.”

I left a lengthy comment myself, but it can be summed up by the last sentence: When they make a place called Balls and the men go topless wearing Speedos it will still be ridiculous, but at least I won’t be able to say “only women would put up with that trash”.