Local Hooters Goes Tits Up
Just want to keep everyone abreast of what's happening out there. Our fearless shameless editor, having read this item on the Internetz, asked for a volunteer to bang out a story.
Since I'd covered the Grand Opening for Seattlest of the South Park Hooters only 18 months ago, it was only (form) fitting that I be solicited to comment.
Well, dear Seattlest readers, you really don't need me to point out that Hooters is a perfect example of America's prurient fetishizing of bazookas, gazongas and knockers (also known as the BGK Syndrome). Because that's not what the South Park Hooters was about. No, it was a casino, a gambling den formerly known as Rascals, not a cat-house. Let the chips fall where they may. (Not Lay's. Pringles, maybe.)
Even less troubling is the closing of the Hooters on Lake Union. With summer approaching there's more flesh to be seen emerging from the low-cut summer dresses and push-up tanktops on the nearby decks at Citron, Joey's and Chandler's, where the BGK Syndrome is on offer for free. And you can ride the SLUT to get there, too.
Don't tell me this is news. It's Déjà Vu all over again.
