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Sex Crime!
My first trip to a Hooters was not what I expected at all, but then I think all the warning signs were there if I'd known to look for them.
Over the past week I've been somewhat taken aback by the distinct lack of sexuality in American media. There just doesn't seem to be any titilation going on or sexual undercurrent. It could just be that this is Florida and therefore sex is a private affair but this place makes London look like a whorehouse in the streets, and they're British; they don't have sex!
Magazines like FHM, Maxim, Playboy and even Sports Illustrated seem to be frowned upon and the four religious channels available to me counteract the one vaguely risqué one that fades out whenever anyone's about to get it on. Swear words were blanked out and watching 8 Mile really confused me because I couldn't remember what was going on.
But back to the tatas, sorry, breasticles, sorry, bazoombas... drat it, I mean Hooters! The place was announced by a huge billboard of a girl in a bikini with a suitibly cheeky slogan, but pull into the parking lot and suddenly I see that there are families eating here? Where did the kids come from? Isn't this place supposed to be boobs and beers?
The beer was weak-assed domestic stuff and the breasts weren't exactly homegrown. In fact the breasts were distinctly sub-par; the only decent racks in the place were composed of spicy chicken wings. I fear for the future of America if violence has been allowed to spread out of control (as evidenced by any channel's nightly fare) but sex has been quashed! I'm all for protecting the children, but at the expense of us adults?
Jul.27.2005