Delicious, Delicious Sexism

May God bless Hooters, that imitable representation of American sex at its most digestible. For 26 years, the chain of eateries has been dishing out bar food served by saucy gals clad in form-fitting orange and white spandex. And pent up males with indigestion all across the world are duly thankful for it. From humble beginnings in Clearwater, Florida, the Hooters brand has now grown to encompass over 450 restaurants, a failed airline, a Casino in Las Vegas, and even a PlayStation videogame. For those keeping track, that’s a whole lotta chesticles branded with the trademark owl logo – the finest of which will be visiting Fort Lauderdale this weekend as part of the 13th annual Hooters International Swimsuit Pageant. Over 100 Hooters girls from around the globe will be painstakingly judged by local celebrities to determine who will hold the title of Miss Hooters International for the next year. It’s just like being Carrie Prejean, only no one cares if you nearly let a nipple slip during a photo shoot. Hell, they encourage it.

The pageant begins this Saturday at 8 p.m. at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. For those who want to watch the fun but can’t bear to leave the many comforts of the restaurant, Hooters will simulcast the event live from each of its locations.
Sat., June 20, 8 p.m., 2009