She is good at serving whine.

"It's not fair,"
Damn right, it's not fair. Welcome to the real world. It's also not fair that I'm not allowed to play in the WNBA, because I'm no good at basketball. The world isn't fair. Get used to it.

Why would you want a job with a company when you disagree with their hiring practices?

Also, why on earth would she do an interview? She doesn't look huge, but I would never do an interview basically broadcasting that I was too fat.

I'm too short to play basketball. I'm not good enough looking to model for GQ. Whine, whimper, sniff.

I doubt that the Congressional Black Caucus is going to elect a white chairman anytime soon. Hooters doesn't want A-cups. Your local women's yoga group doesn't admit men. This restaurant doesn't think she fits their image.

Life's a bitch, you are not qualified for every job, deal with it.

I'm an overweight 55-year old man. I demand a job with the Chippendale dancers. Oh, and I don't want to have to take off my shirt, I don't want to have to get up in front of a group of women, and I demand that that damn music be turned down, way down. Where's my job!!!!

Actors should start applying for this. I want to see Danny Devito on Baywatch.

I would have LOVED to have been her interviewer. "Excuse while I run around you in circles to avoid being drawn in by your gravitational pull."

"Sorry to hear you didn't fit the costume, but you know, it's not made by Goodyear."

"Let's not do this interview near the beach. Greenpeace might come by and try to roll you back into the sea."

The skirt doesn't fit, she needs to quit.

There are other restaurants where you can be a big girl and waitress. She should get a job at one of them.

Maybe she could open a place called "Fatties" that features plus-sized waitresses in skimpy outfits.

If it does well, there's her revenge. If it fails, there's her life lesson.

She's pretty hot, actually, and if she wants a sexy job she can probably find one. She'd have to target the niche market though. But the market is there. The Kilts place just isn't it.

Nicole's correct: She's gotta purdy mouth. The fact that she's sort of sluggish in her physical movements and unenlightened in her perspective doesn't diminish her allure. (Paradox, right? Well, actually, no.)

 Timecode 0:14 - Frustrated, bondage-tinged fingerplay
 Timecode 1:32 - "Everyone's perfect just the way they are."

If five people bet me ten dollars each that she was raised in a home with a loving father, I'll find out and pay off the winner.

Offer expires 6:21pm PST (dusk in Los Angeles) to discourage independent research and illicit confederation. Amy can hold the checks.

The big mystery is why somebody put her on TV. I'm pretty sure the camera operator met her through a friend and wants to bang her, so he recommended the story to the producer. Heya Honey, I'm gonna make you famous... Yeah, we'll shoot it Thursday afternoon, just after lunch.

And so you said you weren't working this weekend, right? Well, how about we....

She'll blow him like a trumpet and then cry for two hours.

Camille Paglia is coming to Los Angeles, and I can't wait:

One reason I believed the Paula Jones story right from the start was because of the allegation that he demanded oral sex from her. Based on my long study of pornographic pictures and videos, I can easily see why Paula Jones would instantly produce a fantasy of oral sex. People kept saying, very ignorantly, "Oh, she's not very attractive -- what would he have seen in her?" Well, I can see very clearly she has this big wide mouth, and a lot of teeth, and there's a sort of slackness about her jaw -- which is what women porn stars develop when they learn how to relax their jaw muscles to perform great oral sex. I think that Paula Jones was at every stage a walking, talking advertisement for oral sex! So I was stunned when I first saw the pictures of Monica Lewinsky on every TV program -- the big wide smile, the nicely relaxed lips with all those teeth -- and I thought, Oh my God, here we go again! We heard years ago that Clinton seemed to believe that he was never unfaithful to his wife as long as he just having oral sex. I think that's what he wanted from Paula Jones and that's what was going on here. In his own mind, he really believes, "I'm not doing anything wrong. All we were doing was having a little fun." He was being sexually serviced during his busy day.

There's no life in that girls face. I know she's unhappy, but there's no anger, no spark of any kind, just a sullen blankness that never earns any sympathy.

She'll probably never get it. No matter what type of job she eventually ends up with, it still won't be "fair".

She says: "everyone's perfect they way that they are . . ."

Yes, Jennifer, you are perfect; just not perfect for THAT job.

It would be great if everyone got what everyone wanted in life - even the "Perfect" job - but, that's life, we don't.

Maybe she could open a place called "Fatties" that features plus-sized waitresses in skimpy outfits.

Sponsored by Weight Watchers.

> no anger, no spark of any kind, just a
> sullen blankness

That's a little harsh. Child of divorce, that's my wager. It isn't that she's dead, it's that she hasn't started living yet. Her chatter isn't from feminism or thoughtful psychology... She's a kid, trying out some daydreams in real life to see if they fly. It's silly television. (Note the womanly thighs in the shot at four seconds... And how she then brings down the stringy thing, as if to choke her own uterus.)

I've worked with a lot of young women like that. They walk around in a robot daze for years... And then somebody throws the switch.

My favorite aphorism includes this: "Cultivate a taste for distasteful truths." Life serves those to us whether or not we've ordered them; She has lots of time to figure things out.

And pretty shoulders.

She's not hot, but she could be if she lost some weight.

"no anger, no spark of any kind, just a sullen blankness"

That sullen blankness is bitterness at not getting whatever she wants. I'm guessing not a child of divorce, more likely a spoiled princess who got everything she wanted, and that's why she now feels entitled. Either that, or she has a lawyer friend and they came up with this bullshit to scam money out the restaurant.

Spoiled princesses smile more than that, because they assume their needs are going to be met. Listen to her half-a-grunt start in the first words of this piece: She speaks as if she should have cleared her throat first, and stands with defensive symmetry. She's starting to have doubts, and those doubts will lead her to a better place…

…Once she's finished with the macking news photographer, I mean.

(By the way, that encounter I mentioned above is probably going to happen in his car. A year from now, when he trades it in for a new Tercel, he's going to remember the fall of her tears more than the release of his own goo, and the memory will not cheer him; he'll haggle listlessly, accepting a low bid from the Toyota dealership.)

Friends, this girl isn't all that heavy... She's just not what they're looking for down at the Tilted Kilt, that globally-respected workshop for appreciation of the female form.

(I been to Palm Desert; the erotic sensitivity of the locals does not blaze in my memory, though some fellow visitors were pretty impressive.)

She said the skirt was "a size too small".

Um, NO. She's at the very least a size 14 to 16 for pants and skirts. Waaaaay too roomy through the hips and her thighs actually flare out. What's worse, is she's too young to be that heavy without longer term repercussions.

I watched the video again, Crid. I'm sticking with sullen blankness. With maybe a little true bewilderment about the unfairness of life.

I actually am quite familiar with the look, I had it myself before the switch you mentioned was thrown. Only I was more like twelve.

this is the unfortunate side effect of telling children they can be anything they want to be, without telling them the whole story.

You can be anything you want.
It will take hard work.
You may fail.

I can't imagine a person looking in the mirror and thinking 'yeah I can wear a stripper kilt and a short top', without thinking "all of this will be hanging out"

why would she even consider it? Unless she wanted to force the point, as if no-one has tried that before.

MAYBE, if she had researched the company a little bit, she could have avoided what was not fair...

Didnt Hooters skirt this (pun intended) by claim their waitresses werent waitresses, but rather 'models'

> Only I was more like twelve.

We might be talking about different switches... Sincerely uncertain.

I mean, my new best friend Ms. Jennifer Rodgers probably credits herself as an earnest, well-meaning, decent person. I don't think she realizes that other people have felt things she hasn't felt. Yet. Or things that she will never feel. And vice-versa. We gotta hope that after the switch is thrown, she will remember that she was in the dark without knowing so.

Also, it's strange to me that so many here look at a woman of those proportions and think of her as obviously unattractive, and that her health is endangered.

Aren't you guys excited to know that the Korean Grand Prix starts in just 12 minutes? Webber's on pole, and Vettel's gonna be a dick about it in turn 1.

Everybody vote. Tell the truth… She probably doesn't read this blog.

☐ She'd be prettier if she were skinnier.

☑ She'd be skinnier if she were skinnier.

Update: Vettel jumped Webber at the start,
Kobayashi took out Button & Rosberg on T2.

Fucking Germans could ruin this sport. Again.

Does anyone want to go into business with me? I want to start a restaurant like Hooters, except all of the servers are women over 60. It will be called "Flounders."

Increasingly it seems that you have to be hot to work in other kinds of jobs like reception and HR.

And for some programming jobs you have to be under 30.

Though obviously these are unstated requirements that no one will ever admit to.

"I don't think she realizes that other people have felt things she hasn't felt. Yet. Or things that she will never feel. "

That's a pretty good description of borderline personality disorder, though. And such people never get better as they age -- they usually get worse. I don't think she has a switch to throw.

I wonder if Rogers would support a 300 lb waitress being hired at this restaurant? Probably not. I doubt that she's all about fat rights and tolerance for all shapes and sizes; she just wants to adjust the dividing line for "fat" so that she falls well below it. After all, you have to be pretty confident to apply somewhere the mandatory uniform is a crop top, and my guess is that she used to be thinner/hotter (or at least thinks of herself as such), and was disturbed to find that the rest of the world might not see her as such.

As a waitress myself, I can attest that there really is a size limit on waiting tables. You have to be able to move quickly, navigate through tight spaces, and be on your feet all day without getting winded or out of breath. That being said, I don't think Rogers is too big to wait tables by these standards--just not at a place where a particular appearance is a primary selling point. Especially when you're working for tips.

> I don't think she has a switch to throw.

Sheesh.

Ever throw a woman's switch?

BOOM.

Y'know?

(And as it happens, the one I'm thinking of was named Jennifer. This was back in the day, before cars and electricity.)

"release of his own goo"

Your prose made me chuckle Crid.

"We might be talking about different switches... Sincerely uncertain."

My switch was one that woke me up to the fact that yeah, life sucks, people suck, but so what?

Case in point: twice in my younger years, I was told this--"If you lost ten pounds, you'd be a knockout."

Time had passed between these two remarks. What matters is that at the time the first one said it, I would already have been a knockout to the second one. And there were others that liked the way I looked just fine at those particular times.

The flash was that it didn't matter. Somebody's going to think you're hot, somebody's going to think you're a turn-off, somebody's going to think you're almost, but not quite, there. (Watch out for those guys. The Great Manipulators.)

And the reason I put that age for me at twelve is because that's the first time I recall of girls or boys making snarky remarks that had me examining my face and body, not understanding what their problem was, and deciding, meh, fuck'em. And going on with my life. Not trying to make the world a fair place. Life sucks, but you can still enjoy it.

There's more to it,of course, but I'm feeling inclined to go play something destructive. Or maybe watch Carrie. Yeah....

She's pissed off because somebody told her she's not as hot as she thinks she is. That's what this is about... Her ego.

Anyway, she's not really THAT big, and I'm sure the latin boys are all over that booty. But the girls I've known who work at the Tilted Kilt here have all been really petite.

She'd do just fine as a bartender at a normal place. All black outfit, push-up bra... probably make more money, too.

http://www.fugly.com/media/IMAGES/Random/thanks_marilyn.jpg

No comment on the website, it's just the first one I found with this particular image.

"Everybody's perfect" my pasty, white tuchus!

> Case in point: twice in my younger years,
> I was told this--"If you lost ten pounds,
> you'd be a knockout."

What were they expecting to hear in response? The Loveline radio show, which was sex & drug talk for teenagers, used to have a comedy bit called "Fantasy Answer." When a kid phoned in and asked how many times he could do Ecstasy before risking permanent mood disorders, they'd play a passage of tinkly-synthesizer music like angels singing down on a ray of sunshine from behind a cloud... And then give the most pompous, pandering, transparently ridiculous answer they could think of on the spot.

And is there any female equivalent?

If you earned more money...

If you were taller...

If you responded to me and the others here with a more masculine & purposeful demeanor...

> not understanding what their problem was, and
> deciding, meh, fuck'em.

I think Palm Desert Jennifer could still get to that point. Many people grow.

IOW, no ten pounds of weight on another person's body ever stopped a guy who was thinking straight.

-IOW, no ten pounds of weight on another person's body ever stopped a guy who was thinking straight.-

Fur shur. I didn't suffer. I do wish I'd said "I'm a knockout right now, idiot!", but I was never quite that amazonian.

"Also, it's strange to me that so many here look at a woman of those proportions and think of her as obviously unattractive"

Urhm, she just doesn't float my boat in any way whatsoever. That could be either because (A) I've been programmed by society to deliberately overcome and suppress my inner hawts for her because she's overweight, or (B) she's just not attractive. What really honestly seems more likely to you?

Just because you like 'em chubby does not mean that the majority of men do. It's just a fact, she would be more attractive if she were skinnier ... there's a reason that 'brestaurants' are not hiring chubbies like her, because nobody is lining up to see them.

(No offense to decent women who might just be overweight ... I don't usually speak so offensively, but this woman's morals are compromised so I think she's fair game.)

> What really honestly seems more likely to you?

Really honestly? (A), the 'programming' thing.

> Just because you like 'em chubby does
> not mean that...

It's liken' 'em this-a-way and that-a-way that I think is kinda weird. People have been doing it my whole life... Do you like 'em flat/busty country/city musical/sporty jokey/quiet vulgar/elegant exotic/downhome...?

I've never understood people who have 'types'. Me? I like 'em howlingly gorgeous and personally affectionate. And it's a continuum. But hey, that's just me, you know? That's what I'm into. It's big world... Takes all kinds, no accounting for taste, do whatcha need to do.

(In what way are her "morals compromised"? She's twenty fucking years old, and we get the sense that her fucking years haven't even started. What harm has she done?)

And as regards the restaurant, the attraction of a beer-buying fratboys to a mediocre eatery is not the same task as a appreciating the beauty of the people around you.

"continuum. But hey, that's just me, you know"

Me too. I like all types of guys but to simplify things I just define myself as slutty.

Why, you little minx....

Does anyone want to go into business with me? I want to start a restaurant like Hooters, except all of the servers are women over 60. It will be called "Flounders." - Sosij

Someone is already doing this, its called 'Wafflehouse'

So is the food any good in these places? Or do the sexy waitresses have the power to cloud men's minds so you don't notice what you're eating?

Man, I'd hate to live in a one-size-fits-all world.

An old girlfriend who lived in Houston once told me that titty bars aren't thought of as nasty places down there... The food is better and people meet business associates there and so forth.

I've been to the Tilted Kilt in downtown Phoenix a few times after ball games. Service is slow and the food is mediocre. The beer selection and the girls are the only reasons to go there. And when they have their A-team workin (weekend nights), the girls are smokin' hot. This chubster would be completely embarrassed to even stand next to these girls. I'm friendly with one of these kilt girls - she's stunningly gorgeous and can quote obscure Shakespeare passages off the top her head. She's also only about a year older than my daughter. Sigh.

I suffer from acne, and I have stringy arms. I want to date really hot chicks. Waaaaaaahhhhhhh!

As for this lady, maybe somebody will start a restaurant chain called Fatties. She could apply there, but she'd probably complain if they found her not fat enough.

Em-pet, you just don't get it.

"Everyone's perfect just the way they are."

Because reasons.




Only on the second reading do I recognize "but I was never quite that amazonian" for what was meant: I was not brought to this planet to rescue the glib & cowardly.