Oh hell this is so true. I lived in a small town where it was a big deal when they found Asian employees to make the sushi at the supermarket. Asians! Not Japanese (Pretty sure they were Korean actually) but still so authentic.

I also wonder how many of the people working in sushi restaurants are actually Japanese. I suspect that most of them are simply eastern Asian. I even had one friend in grad school who got a job in a sushi restaurant because she was from India—close enough!

I’ve argued with friends for years that Hooter’s is in the same genre as strip clubs. They vehemently disagree, and say they go for the food and “atmosphere.” This is in Chicago, where there are great restaurants everywhere.

correct. and they aren’t even the GOOD gawker trolls. they’re like, the guys who the Gawker trolls wouldn’t let in the cool troll club so now they’re trying again over here. It’s not even sporting to mess with them, honestly, but I’m in a mood.

Hypocrisy is okay with a Buffalo Platter® and Cheese Sticks.

Paintings of “fantastic trees..Big, majestic” inside too!

^^^ That would be my ideal place to hang out. I’d be looking for Cooper everywhere. They could have a holograph of David Bowie in the bathroom!
Also I saw a Tilted Kilt for the first time recently and I asked my friend “what’s that place” and she said “oh, it’s like hooters ...” and I got really excited and finished…

was his name Michael Scott?

I guess that’s another ‘Breastaurant’ like Hooters or Tilted Kilt, but wouldn’t it be great if it was like Lynch’s Twin Peaks? Excellent coffee, delicious pies, and the chance sighting of Cooper, Harry, Hawk and all the rest.

Oh, it was definitely depressing!

Thank god I’m a librarian. The day they enforce a ban on Easy Spirit shoes and threadbare cardigans is the day I turn in my retirement papers.

Oh, those shiny dance tights on the Borgata Babes. They match no skin tones and look good on nobody.

When my brother was in CYO basketball it was a tradition for some reason to go to Hooters once a year when we went to the City. And we all had to go. To Hooters. Middle school kids and their families. Why? Why?

Eeeew I forgot about Danielle. Ew. Speaking of enlightenment, as an Indian woman I’m really hating the constant reference to ‘Namaste Teresa.’ NO.

It’s the best!!

In fear of being perceived as terribly old, I’ve been suffering from what I think is hip bursitis for the last 5 months. Although turmeric has been really helpful, I’m still in pain daily. I need to go to the doctor, but I just know insurance is going to be a hassle.

Haha, I was reflecting on costume ideas today amidst my dating woes. I thought to make a cardboard phone with a text conversation in which one person was texting a bunch and trying to make plans while the other was being non-commital and unresponsive. Get it: ITS A GHOST! Ahhh, I laughed at that one for a good minute.

I want someone to talk to but have so much on my mind that I really have nothing constructive to say. Anyone want/need advice on anything or want to help me procrastinate and/or study?

Not yet, but now I feel a little bad about giving my kids such frequent avocados.

I’m afraid to ask what she plans to do with that avocado.