I got a lot of backlash from my Twin Peaks article. There were some mean comments on social media and some gasps from friends of my mother.
Most of my readers probably rolled their eyes and kept scrolling through their news feed, thinking oh boy, Lorena's at it again.
So I thought I'd follow up (a few months later, I know) with a re-telling of my actual experience at Twin Peaks.
I went with my roommate and two of our close guy friends on somewhat of a "double date." I wasn't even interested in the conversation at the table, as I was fuming at the entirety of the establishment, and I wanted to stand on the table and scream at the top of my lungs, "THIS PLACE IS BORDERLINE PROSTITUTION."
Walking through the doors, my blood was boiling. Adrenaline was rushing. I was angry. Our waitress seated us, and as I looked around, I noticed men at the bar and lots of 'waitresses' waltzing around in their booty shorts and...Ugg boots? It was still cold outside.
Our waitress was a nice girl. Come to find out, she's a mother of two. She was forced to wear her hair parted in an unnatural place because the haircut she was sporting wasn't allowed by her manager. (Guess it wasn't "sexy" enough?)
All of the girls were wearing necklaces. Long ones, that protruded into their cleavage... in case your eyes missed their ta-tas the first time.
And all I could think about as I attempted to eat my burger was how disgusting I felt even sitting at a table there. I felt like we were in the middle of a pornographic film. My stomach was so upset the entire time, I couldn't even focus on anything but these women in booty shorts and flannels, tied just under their boobs, ensuring they were nice and pushed up so there's no way you can miss 'em.
The only thought running through my head was, how much respect for yourself do you have to lose in order to work in a place like this?
The men were almost drooling on the girls. It was nothing short of watching lions and antelope in the wild. These huge, greasy disgusting looking guys were just trying to get some boob action along with their beer and the game? I wanted to smack them.
Why does our society accept this? How does someone own that restaurant and sleep at night?!
And to think... our boyfriends, brothers, fathers, sons, granddads, uncles... wow. They've been there? (Blech. That'll leave a bad taste in your mouth.)
How degrading and disrespectful. Not just of women. But of people in general.
It's like they should change the sign to, "Boobs, butts and beer." That's all they really are. The food sucked and was way overpriced. I'm shocked that anyone spends real money here.
And those poor children of our waitress. Can you image them in kindergarten and first grade with the other kids?
"What does your mommy do?"
"She's a teacher. What about yours?"
"She walks around with beer on a tray and lets guys look at her butt and boobs for tips so that she can buy me new shoes."
I'll forever dump men who go to places like this. And I won't be ashamed.
Trash talk me all you want.
And f@ck those of you who think this is even remotely OK.
