iTunes: Going Under by Evanesence
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Yesterday after an awesome RWA workshop on voice (thanks, CJ!), I met Dear Husband and the kiddos for lunch. I walked into the restaurant and promptly wished for a vat of bleach in which to stick my head.
Not one waiter in the bunch, only waitresses. Waitresses who basically forgot to put on their pants. Waitresses wearing spaghetti strap tanks emblazoned with the words "Best T@il in Town." Not printed words, BEDAZZLED words.
However, this did not upset me. What upset me was when DH relayed an incident that occurred when he and some business associates were last there. DH pointed to a particular waitress, sharing the fact that her breasts weren't real. I arched one eyebrow and he, fearing for his life, explained that one of the "businessmen" at his table had asked the waitress about said breasts, to which she replied, "Oh...I worked really hard for these."
Excuse me? What the h#ll? This is where logic ends and p*ssed off takes over. I understand some women might have good reason to use their assets to make money at such an establishment. They have a right to work at the restaurant, just as I have the right to never go there again.
But WHAT makes it OKAY for a man to ASK a woman something like that and a) GET AWAY with it and b) GET AN ANSWER instead of a KICK in the TEETH?
Was it okay for him to ask what he did because she chose to work there and "had it coming?" Do you see where I'm going with this? And how did the person who hired her (IE - deemed her body worthy) explain that shirt when he/she handed it to her? "Oh, forgive the double entendre," or "BTW, in case you didn't know we hired you for your T and A" ???
Males did work there, and they were wearing perfectly lovely, loose fitting t-shirts. And they were busboys. And they were probably TWELVE. And are probably scarred for life.
Let's take a moment to celebrate a win for women everywhere.
Congrats, Rachel Alexandra. You did us all proud. And pinky swear you'll never wear a bedazzled tank top.