Seki’s wrath is nothing to be sneezed at, as I hope the owners and managers of her local Hooters soon find out.
The sign on the verge advertising the Little Miss Hooters contest is, however, beyond the pale. We called this evening, asked for details. The contest is for girls 5 and under, and will require they be dressed in little orange spandex shorts, and a tied up Hooters t-shirt.
The cretin who thought up this little sideshow should be hung by his/her heels from the nearest tree, beaten with sawgrass whips, then covered with sugar water and fire ants. My displeasure has been expressed to the local news outlets and will shortly be expressed directly to whatever corporate suits I can get my hands on. This is utterly fucking disgusting.
These morons are so fond of billing Hooters as a family restaurant. One wonders if they’ve ever bothered dining there themselves.
Indeed.
I have a distinct dislike for child beauty pageants in general (and did even before the creepiness of the JonBenet Ramsey case — and she was freakin’ 6), but the idea of dressing up 5-and-unders (that includes Katherine, you sick bastards) to look like your shucks-all-in-good-fun titty girls is vile enough to turn my stomach.
I’ve occasionally gone to Hooters while on business trips — never comfortably (though the food and drink and, yes, scenery were decent enough) because there as kind of a salacious nudge-and-wink from the other business travellers that this was some sort of big, dirty fun. But I have no hesitation about making that “occasionally” into a “never again,” and explaining to my colleagues exactly why, when it gets suggested. Unless I hear some very real evidence that heads have not only rolled at this particular outlet, but been put up on pikes and marched around town.
Bastards.
Still proud of the fact that Boulder is the city in the country that a Hooters ever failed in.
Better places to eat…better places to get beer…and better places to see necked women…and oh yeah, big hint…the rednecks live in Broomfield and Longmont.;->
Which reminds me — we went to a good pizza place on the Pearl St. mall (north side) several months back, can’t remember the name. Do you recall it?
Ummm…
I wasn’t there sooo…
I’ll run down my mental map of Pearl St. and try to think of something.
1. Was it on the mall on the mall, or off to north?
2. Could you see the courthouse?
3. What was the exterior of the building like?
My mental map has come up with four places on or nearby Pearl St.
BJ’s
Old Chicago’s
Pizza Colore – best on the mall unless you want beer.
Abo’s
Now, that is unless it was an italian place that also served pizza, then I’d have to do some pondering.
When I read this I have three questions:
1. What kind of sick bastard thinks up a contest like that?
2. What kind of f-ed up parent would enter their child?
3. Why haven’t members of #1 & 2 been publically flogged yet?
Pizza:
It was a 2 story place with a loft like second floor, there was lots of wood, the entrance was on the right hand side of the restaurant and it was near the big rocks “art” that forms an artificial chimney.
Does that ring any bells?
Ok…
Sounds like the old “Pearl’s” next to where “Hapa’s” used to be. That would make it BJ’s.
I’ve not been there.
Anne: I have no idea, but I’d like to beat them soundly about the head and shoulders and run them out of town on a rail.
Stan: Thanks.
JonBenet was also my first exposure to the world of infant beauty queens. Those pictures of her in show mode still bug the hell out me. Just. Wrong.
Updates on Seki’s page about the above (same link). (1) The contest seems to have been cancelled. (2) The PR flacks are dishing it out hot and deep.