Let me just say that Hooters is taking its cold war with fidelity to a whole ‘nother level!
Okay, there’s very little argument that the main reason to hit up Hooters involves wings. If my male friends are any indication, getting a pic with a big-breasted Hooters girl is kind of a rite of passage. Plus, their wings are mediocre at best.
But back to the point, which is that a New York City Hooters restaurant is bringing the fight home … and directly to the wedding bed.
There was a cute posting on Neatorama on Valentine’s Day with a copy of a marital rating scale from the 1930s. The survey was handed out to 600 couples as a means evaluating how they compared to an ideal version of the 1930s spouse.
I got a zero. I am naughty for wearing red nail polish on occasion (like for Valentine’s Day…made sense to me), and for putting my cold feet all over my partner in bed. I even gave myself two demerits for not wearing my hose correctly, because I refuse to wear them at all. But think I do pretty well in conversation, and I am usually wearing clothes at breakfast. Usually because if we are eating breakfast together, it means we’re out at a greasy spoon hung-over on a Sunday, but I think it still counts. I’m pretty disappointed that I missed out on the big points in being religious though. That definitely would have put my score over the top.
And how would the men do?
I rated my partner with a 10, which kicks ass in comparison to my score. He definitely leaves the car for me when I ask for it (which is nice, because technically our car was mine before it was ours), and …
I think I was a sophomore in high school the first time I saw Wilson Phillips on MTV and, like pretty much everyone else, I couldn’t help but notice “the fat one.” A couple of things happened pretty quickly, however, to change my impression. Well, not of Carnie Wilson’s obese status, obviously.
First, I became really good friends with a girl who was pretty much obsessed with the band. Like, we’d sit in her room and listen to Wilson Phillips (which we affectionately referred to as “Philson Willips” … how veddy sophomoric) all the time. The other thing was that I was taking private voice lessons, and I developed a great appreciation for the role of harmony in vocal music.
Elizabeth Edwards died yesterday after a long—and very public—battle with cancer. Edwards has been praised for her advocacy of health care reform and the dignity with which she faced a disease that has touched virtually every person in one way or another. She’s also been criticized as pathetic for staying with a cheating husband (until his cheating was proven as fact and she started taking media heat), among other things (her allegedly nasty temper, for example).
You know, it’s always sad when somebody dies, and …