Feminist Uprising

Excuse me for my rant, but I started thinking about this whilst being the domestic goddess that I am, doing dishes and making lunch.

For as long as it's been in business, I've always wanted to try Hooters wings. I've heard nothing but good things about them. Hubby has been there, raves about the food. However, he also claims that it's a "family place" and that we should take our kids there for dinner sometime.

*blink*

This is where I have a problem. I'm all for some good wings, especially when good wings are few and far between out here. California doesn't consider wings a main dish, they consider them appetizers, and usually serve them boneless. But I digress, I refuse...no, I adamantly refuse to take our kids (and more specifically, our daughter) to a restaurant where they make money by having scantilly-clad women serve you your food. Of all the things I don't want my daughter to learn, this tops the list: your boobs and your ass were not put on your body to put money in your - or worse yet, "the man's," pocket!!!!

Oy. I can understand a girl working there because I'm sure the tips are incredible, but c'mon. A family place? Really? No thanks. I'll take my wings to go.