As I was looking over some bookmarks I had stashed away for Herdwatching posts I realized most of them are simply not timely any more. However this one stands out as being worth a chuckle.
You can almost hear the screams of horror, the OMFG, the hands slapping to foreheads as heart palpitations bring the oh so delicate feminist sensibilities to the point of collapse. Indeed, the apocalypse is upon us. I don’t know anyway to soften the blow except to come right out and tell you:
You see, an 11 year old boy got a look at a attractive girl in a tight t-shirt.
“Last Saturday after a youth football game, one of my friends and I took our 11-year-old sons to Hooters for lunch. Both boys knew what Hooters is known for and one of them actively wanted to go while the other didn’t show any outward signs of interest but perhaps he was just good at hiding it. In any case, we had a decent lunch and before leaving our waitress obliged us by taking a picture with the boys.” – My 11-Year-Old Son’s First Trip to Hooters
By my calculations, we now have exactly 13.76 minutes till the end of the world. Oh, wait, this is totally a non-issue and only a source of problem for folks who are so divorced from reality as to be borderline dysfunctional.
It won’t surprise you then that the good wimmin’ at Genderberg are in fact exactly this dysfunctional.
“A good reminder though of how much pornification, objectification and hatred of women is passed on by fathers to sons. That’s one of the parts of our culture that is kept fairly secret most of the time.” the genderberg thread
Of course, many of the Genderberg folks are your run of the mill Radical Feminists. They flat out deny any biological basis for sexuality and discount that an 11 year old boy might have already thought about what females look like in tight shorts and a crop top. I know, I know, it’s shocking.
Yup, this kid is doomed to grow up as a serial rapist. Might as well put him down now.
As for the poor victimized waitress at the Hooters itself? She was eventually rescued from her life of abuse. It turns out all Hooters waitresses are kept in a holding cell at the home office and sent to the franchises fresh weekly in refrigerated trucks. When they get to the restaurants they are worked and beaten 24 hours a day till they die and get processed into the hamburgers. True story.
Or um: not.
It seems the whole thing became ever so slightly famous and Catherine (she has a name) decided to author a post for the blog in question. In it she spoke well of her work at the chain. This is never going to fly with the radical feminists of course who will decide that she is simply weak minded and has internalized her oppression or some similar bullshit. They never seem to run out of ways to decide that women are too weak minded to make their own decisions.
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