There has been a recent mini-boom of the popularity of the breastaurant. Not familiar with this term? Think Hooters, Twin Peaks and the Tilted Kilt. Breastaurants are restaurants in which scantily clad young women with outstanding “assets†serve up pub type food, alcoholic beverages and a smile to leering 30 and 40 something men.
These types of places used to be overrun with fraternity boys seeking an eyeful of “assets†but these days, the clientele are slightly older and more professional. The girls have been replaced by their latest versions of themselves, some wearing those hokey orange hot pants while others are in seasonal costumes and my favorite, matching kilt and bra.
I don’t consider myself a prude but honestly, I’m not crazy about my husband going there. I don’t want my “assets†being compared to some 21-year-old co-ed’s. I’ve breastfed for God’s sake. I don’t particularly want their “assets†shoved in my face.
I’ve seen myself in the mirror; I have enough body dysmorphic disorder to last a lifetime. I certainly don’t want my little girls seeing these women being objectified. What kind of message am I sending to my daughters if I take them into such a place? The only breasts I want near my food are the ones from KFC, original not crispy and not served up in a tartan brassier.
I don’t care how good the food is, with all the T & A flying around, I am sure we’d all be distracted and not much food would be eaten. What do you think about breastaurants?
Photo Source: Joe Osterloh
