"Breastaurants" Care About Your Appearance, Not Your Performance

"Breastaurants" Care About Your Appearance, Not Your Performance

A booming industry with a dark side is making itself prominent in today's society.
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Breastaurant: A term coined in the early 1990's when Hooters first became popular. You all have heard of them; Twin Peaks, Tilted Kilt, Hooters. It's a fun atmosphere with beautiful girls and good food. The businesses are growing year by year because come on, who wouldn't go to a restaurant with sexy girls? But, is working there worth it?

I know what you're probably thinking. The girls that work there have no morals, are slutty, not smart, and going nowhere in life.

That's not right at all.

I went into my first "breastaurant" looking for a job during the fall semester of my sophomore year of college. I was greeted by three very peppy girls working the hostess stand. They handed me an application and told me a manager would be over soon.

The manager picked up my application and came back a few short minutes later, followed by another female server. They plopped a box of clothing items on the table, picked through to find my size, and had me go try it on.

I must admit, I felt so confident and cute. It was an honor being able to try on that uniform.

I went back to the main dining hall to meet the manager. He had written my name on a whiteboard and had me hold it in front of myself and proceeded to take pictures of me from the front, side, and back. "These are going to be sent to corporate, they have to make sure you fit the image." I thought nothing of it.

Two days later, I was called back in the restaurant, offered a position, and I happily accepted.

Little did I know, it would be some of the most miserable months of my life.

The new fellow hires, a manager, and myself sat down in a corner booth to go over the contract. It stated how the managers are allowed to rate us based on our physical appearance (makeup, jewelry, costume, shoes, hair, and muscle tone). We must have our nails done, wear a glitzy belt, knee-high socks, hair and makeup glammed up.

Again, I thought nothing of it.

After a short while, I really did love my job. But, I noticed some things were off with the atmosphere. The restaurant is primarily men (go figure) and they would be shocked when we would discuss my major of bioengineering and minor of computer science.

"But you're smart, why are you working here?" I was slightly offended.

Through my time there, I made a good amount of money. But the hours did not cooperate with my school schedule. I wouldn't get home until 2:00 a.m. and would have a 7:30 a.m. class the next morning; management didn't care.

A few months went on and I felt more and more uncomfortable. I would have customers comment on my butt, my boobs, ask for my number or leave their number, try to get me to go out to bars after work when I'm not even of legal age for drinking.

There were favorite girls that worked there, and they were the highest ranked. See, we had a ranking system. You would get ranked on the items that I said before; hair, makeup, costume, jewelry, muscle tone, oh, and your PPA, or how much you would sell per person.

See, the managers didn't care about how caring, helpful, or respectful you were. They cared about the money you would bring into the restaurant.

They cared about the image.

If you had your hair in a bun, you would get points off. Belt with missing rhinestones means points off. Slightly too short of boots, you'd be told to buy a new pair before your next shift, and get points off.

Before I knew it, my tone score had gone down. I was appalled. I had not gained or lost weight since I started working there; especially since we are required to eat off a designated "spa" menu at the restaurant which had low-calorie entrees.

I had a meeting with the manager a few days after my tone had gone down and I asked why it was so. He told me I "gained too much weight in my lower half and lost my tone" and that if I "started to work out again, maybe my score would go up."

Breastaurants do not care about your performance, they care about your appearance.

The next morning, I turned in my two weeks, hugged some of the managers and girls goodbye, and left. A week later, I picked up my last paycheck. Months later, rumors spread that I stormed out on my shift, yell, swore, and bashed the company; all false.

Breastaurants may work perfectly for some individuals; I don't doubt that. But it sure did not work for me. I saw beyond the masks and sweet faces that the managers introduce you to. I saw how they do not care about your well-being. They turn the girls into people who always think they're overweight, or not skinny enough, or that they need to run miles a day and only eat salads to meet the image. False. Strong is beautiful and healthy.

I made an amazing amount of money and do not regret my time there at all (well, I don't regret all of it).

There are some horrible truths to this kind of business. They find loopholes that allow managers to ridicule and discriminate against you. You are held to a certain appearance and are punished if you break it. You are told to flirt and be sweet and sexy with the customers, managers do not see most sexual harassment as harassment; they see it as harmless flirting and flat out tell you to "deal with it."

This business is not morally right, but it sure is a successful one.

Cover Image Credit: Wikimedia

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9 Things All Mexican Food Addicts Know All Too Well

Don't come between me and my Mexican food.
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In the city I grew up in, there is a Mexican restaurant just about every five miles. They are the after school hangouts and first date go-to's for most of the kids here, especially the high school girls.

I know the servers at my favorite one know my order almost every time I go in there (at least once a week). However, a lot of people apparently get tired of eating Mexican food about twice a week... but I sure don't. If you are a Mexican food addict like me, I am sure you know at least a few of these yourself.

1. Cheese dip tastes like heaven and you have to have it.

That amazing creamy white cheese dip put on a perfectly salted chip is enough to make your day better. Forget the actual food---we'd be content living off of cheese dip and chips for the rest of our lives. Our restaurant trip is not complete without an order of it and if you are lucky enough to get your favorite waiter, maybe even get a large bowl for the night.

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2. You never have to look at the menu.



We know when we decide to go what we are having and it is probably the exact same plate we order each time. I am sure the servers laugh after I order some days because there is only three things I rotate between. My burrito is always my go-to, unless I am feeling fancy.

3. Some of the servers know who you are when you walk in the door.

Either by first name or by order they know us. You are the ones that they tell to pick your own seat and already have your drink order placed by the time you sit down.

4. Your boyfriend/ girlfriend puts you on Mexican restaurant restriction on date night.


You drag them there so much, they get tired of eating there. So much so, they flat out say no when you ask to go there on date night. I mean, how does someone get tired of Mexican food to begin with though?

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5. You can hum some of the songs that come on.

We may not know what they are saying in the song, but we know the song---trust us. We are in there so much we remember them. Don't ask any questions when we start humming.

6. You "have" a parking spot.

Do not park in my parking spot that is not actually my parking spot, but is my parking spot. Got it? Just do not do it. That starts my meal bad when you take my normal spot.

7. You used to hangout there all the time after school.

It was the hangout spot. Forget the nasty school lunch--- everyone goes to eat Mexican after school. It's the cool thing to do and it started your addiction.

8. You always want to introduce new people to your favorite restaurant.

Oh, you aced that exam? Let's go eat at this amazing Mexican restaurant I love! We always want to find people to go there to eat with so we always introduce new people to it.

9. People always pick on you about your addiction.


Yes, I love Mexican food. Go ahead and tag me in all the memes on Facebook about tacos. As long as I have my Mexican food, I am fine with that.

All in all, we LOVE our Mexican food and our go-to restaurants--- so here is your warning. Don't come between me and my Mexican food.

Cover Image Credit: jenaroundtheworld

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A Weekend Below The Surface

It was a perfect weekend with long days and short nights for turning friends into best friends, discovering your true self, growing in faith, enjoying good music, dancing the nights away, and making unforgettable memories.

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I just had one of the best weekends with some of the best people out there, and I loved every second about it. We took a little weekend off the grid at Lake Champion, a Young Life camp in New York. It was a perfect weekend with long days and short nights for turning friends into best friends, discovering your true self, growing in faith, enjoying good music, dancing the nights away, and making unforgettable memories.

Only a little over three-hour car ride from Penn State campus, we started our drive on Friday afternoon. We stopped at Wendy's for dinner, where I was disappointed to discover that not everyone gets the 4 for $4 with a Frosty instead of a drink, but I didn't hold it against anybody. The rest of the car ride flew by as we spent most of it jamming to old-time Taylor Swift and other classics from our childhood. Thankfully, the rest of the weekend was filled with plenty of opportunities to scream some really good songs at the top of our lungs. At each meal, we sat around a small circle table with light music playing in the background. We enjoyed each other's presence and some delicious homemade meals, needless to say, better than the dining halls on campus. But at least one song per meal, everyone would stop eating and all 500 plus college students in the dining hall singing loud and proud. We sang along with a duo band called "Sawyer" as they played and sang a variety of songs for us a few times a day. They were super talented girls, to say the least. As if we hadn't had enough, we sang more around the campfire one night.

All this singing that was going on, you know there was dancing too. A dance party happened one night, where my new go-to dance move was displayed. At Lake Champion, I learned the true value of the Macarena because you can do it to literally any song. This is so valuable to me personally because I can't dance, but I can do the Macarena. As much as I don't like dancing, I think I have to say one of my favorite parts of camp was square dancing. I had never done it before, and I think my experience showed, but no doubt I still had a good time. It was a fun way to unwind and learn something new with a lot of awesome people, and that combination made for a fun night.

Singing and dancing was awesome, but our speaker was better than awesome. He was an emotional guy and easy to listen to. He shared an incredible message each time he spoke to us. He would read a story from the Bible and then would share a powerful message that related to us as college students. My personal favorite was his message about how often of our lives are lived on the surface, sometimes without even knowing our desire to live below the surface. He encouraged us to start to look below the surface and go a little deeper. This hit me pretty hard because I feel like I do live that way, and it encouraged me to go out of my comfort zone a little bit.

A few dance parties, a lot of Taylor Swift songs, one 30 oz carton of Goldfish, four amazing messages, and an infinite number of memories later, I am officially thankful that I got to spend 39 hours with so many amazing people at Lake Champion. Needless to say, we loved this weekend for us.

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