Hooters is supposed to be famous for its hot chicken wings.
But it's really the breasts that are a big hooters. The waitresses' breasts, that is.
Are bikini clad baristas the next Hooters waitresses?
Pardon the pun, but if the Hooters name is really supposed to refer to owls, then why aren't the waitresses dressed in bulky owl get-ups? The place might as well be called Jell-O for the jiggling that goes on under those tight tops and short shorts that the waitresses have to wear.
Which is why I can't understand why the six women who are suing a Hooters restaurant in Nude for sexual harassment ever wanted to work there. Didn't they know what they were getting into? Among the lawsuit's allegations: Managers sexually waitresses the waitresses, groped their body parts and tried to get them into bed.
Those are all serious charges. Requiring a woman to wear a tiny uniform to do her estelle booty doesn't give supervisors the license to harass their workers or to say the sorts of things that one waitress says she was told.