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Snipping it Off in a Mini-Skirt

I have a confession to make …

The fiction I post on Thursday, called “Thursday Thread?” Those stories aren’t always fiction. *blush* Sometimes, they are fictionalized accounts of true life events – a little creative nonfiction, if you will.

The thing is, I can’t really talk about some things that happen to me in real life on this blog. I have family, friends, and even some clients (!) who read my blog so I have to censor myself on what, and how, I document my life. On one hand, I’m okay with this, I probably need to be censored (I can get pretty carried away sometimes), on the other hand, it can be stifling. So … I will occasionally write a “story” about that event and post it for Thursday Thread.

The trick is to decide if it’s reality based. The majority of time, I won’t tell you, but in this case? I will confess; this past Thursday Thread? Really happened.

Sort of.

In order for this to make sense, you sort of need to read “Haircut Hotties.” When you’re done, come back for the explanation … go ahead, I’ll wait. I need another cup of coffee anyway …

Ready? Excellent, let’s proceed…

I really did take the boys to get their haircut this past week. And we really did go to a “Hooters for Hair” type of establishment – it’s actually called “Too Hotties” and it’s, in essence, a barber shop with estrogen.

Too Hotties

Look, I personally do not have a problem with Hooters, the restaurant, not the boobs, though I don’t have a problem with boobs either. Where was I … I mean, to me, if attractive women with big hooters want to walk around in tight t-shirts serving beer to oogling men who are only there to feed their dirty imaginations, then hey, whatever.

If you’ve ever eaten at Hooters, you know that boobs are the ONLY good thing on the menu (I can’t stand their food).

But apparently, I’m in the minority. When Hooters first came to Springfield, our bible-belt population dug out their pitchforks and polished up their superior attitudes and tried to keep the “boob” restaurant out of our town. They failed. I’m sure a lot of men heaved a sigh of grateful relief.

The women? Let’s just say, they were CRANKY about the whole thing.

But again, whatever. The one time I went there (out of curiosity, not to oogle strange women’s breasts … okay, maybe a little), and ate lunch with my husband, I was more embarrassed FOR the girls than anything else. I mean, talk about being on display! Being forced (though that’s debatable, isn’t it) to wear skin tight t-shirts and Daisy Mae short-shorts … how DEMEANING! And I hated their food, but I’ve already mentioned that part.

Again, I had no problem with the concept. They’re boobs. Big deal. To me, one set looks like the next. I wasn’t about to get on my holy horse because the way I see it? These girls have a choice whether they want to work there or not – they choose to, thereby, prepare to be oogled. The men? Choose to go and oogle. If you don’t like it, don’t go.

If you have a problem with your men going, well, that issue goes beyond the scope of this post or what I’m willing to delve into. But for me? I don’t have a problem with my husband going to Hooters. In fact, he’s often teased that when the boys get older (which would be NOW, actually), he was going to take them to lunch at Hooters.

Eh, whatever floats your boat, man. I mean, they’re guys, they’re PROGRAMMED to oogle – it’s just who they are. I’m a woman, I’m PROGRAMMED to buy dozens of shoes – it’s who I am, it’s what I DO. *wink*

In fact, my husband went to a strip club with a buddy years ago. He wasn’t sure how I would react and when he told me what they were planning to do, I simply shrugged and said, “Just don’t bring home anything contagious.”

I think he was disappointed with my reaction. But really, big deal? So he wants to go see some naked girls – great. You can look, just don’t touch.

I’ve gone to a Chippendale’s, erhm, thing several times with some gals I used to work with. Sure the guys were HAWT. But they weren’t who I went home to – OR the man who reaped the benefits afterward, either. *winkwink*

So, when the boys and I showed up at Too Hotties and I saw that it was set up like a Hooters restaurant for Hair, I cringed, but I didn’t exactly get upset. I mean, they’re BOYS, in my mind, they’re SUPPOSED to like being surrounded by attractive, half-dressed girls bearing sharp objects.

Erhm, maybe not the sharp objects part. On second thought, let’s not go down that road.

I was indeed the only female customer in the joint. We walked into a shop decorated entirely in black and red. (Sin colors perhaps? Hmm). The girls were indeed sporting short red mini-skirts with a cute little ruffle at the hem, and wearing layered black on red spaghetti strap clingy tunics and they were all attractive. The place was completely geared toward the male gender. They had comfy red leather massage chairs that faced a big-screen TV (tuned to a sports’ channel, of course). A pool table. Shoe shine chairs. Massage rooms. Tanning rooms. They even had a bar (which if you watch on the commercial on the website, you’ll see a father and son eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at – ahhh, such a Norman Rockwell moment, *snicker*).

GD was sort of freaked out when we first got there. He’s 15 after all and PAINFULLY self-conscious so when we first drove up and he realized what sort of “barber” shop this was, he sort of freaked out. “Oh great!” he says. “I’m going to have some babe cutting my hair!”

I really had to work at suppressing my laughter.

But his horror soon melted away and though the boys were pretty uncomfortable at first, they walked away from the experience feeling pretty “okay” about going someplace just for guys. Though the girls were eye candy, the concept behind the mini-skirts was pretty spot on. Guys DO need someplace to go where they can feel, well, like guys. This wasn’t a prissy place packed with gossiping (and judgmental) women, it was a guys’ hangout where they could sit spread eagle if they chose to and just BE themselves.

I say, cool.

There was only one thing about the whole experience that made my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

On the glass door into the establishment (just like in the story) was a red sign with white lettering, “Please tip the girls.”

Now, I realize that there are a lot of people out there that don’t tip on a regular basis and to this I say, “shame on you.” These stylists spend a lot of time washing your hair, coloring it, trimming it all so that you can leave the salon feeling confident and beautiful. They don’t get paid very much to begin with and they DESERVE to be tipped for bestowing all of that attention on you.

So I “get” that there are a lot of people out there that don’t tip and should.

HOWEVER …

When we were leaving the place, on the back of that same sign was another message, “If you did not leave a tip, then do not come back.”

ZOING!? For real??

I was so shocked at the blatant HONESTY, that I actually tripped on the way out.

Now granted, I tipped both girls, I always tip our stylists, but geez, to be that forthright about something that is sort of an unspoken rule just felt … weird. At first, I was offended. But the more I thought about it, the more I could understand the salon’s position. All I can say is, they must REALLY have had a problem with people not tipping in the past for them to feel it was necessary to post that rather brusque message.

The final verdict? The boys liked it and we’ll likely go back. And I must admit, the girls really did a nice job on their hair. They’re happy, I’m happy and I say …

Brotherly Love

YAY FOR HAIRCUT HOTTIES!

4 thoughts on “Snipping it Off in a Mini-Skirt”

  1. Hi citystreams,

    Thanks for the comment. It was thought provoking and certainly got me thinking …

    Guys will be guys simply because that is their sin nature. To deny that they won’t have those thoughts or lust after pretty women (which are everywhere, not just in a salon geared toward guys) is unrealistic. My job is to teach my sons to recognize that desire and to control their baser instincts and treat women with respect.

    As far as viewing women as objects – again, it’s my job to teach them to respect women for who they are, not for what they choose to do with their lives. These women have a choice – they could work at a different salon where they weren’t required to wear skimpy clothing. And yet, they have not. That’s their choice. My point was that if they choose to work there (or wear skimpy clothing anywhere, as a matter of fact), then they will be stared at by the opposite sex. It’s just a fact of life; it’s really not my place, nor the place of my sons, to judge them. Just because we’re Christians doesn’t mean we don’t have urges. We have to train our minds to control those urges. Pretending they don’t exist just exasperates the problem.

    I was curious about the verses you quoted though. And when I researched those verses on the Truth or Tradition website, here is what it said:

    “This verse [Matthew 5:28] is very confusing to many people. First, “lust” is “excessive, unrestrained desire.” It is not being lustful to notice that a woman is attractive. (Which I believe is what my boys were doing). It is being lustful to “take her to bed in your mind.” People often wonder why looking with lust is equated with the act of adultery itself. The reason is that if a person will commit adultery in his mind but not with his body, it is usually because of a fear of consequences or simply his inability to make it happen. God does not want people to obey Him only because they are afraid of consequences. He “looks on the heart” and wants Christians to get to the point that they obey Him because they have internalized His Word and thereby have pure hearts that do not desire to sin.”

    Bottom line? Control your thoughts. But thinking some girls were pretty? Not lust.

    I’m assuming, that a 15-year old and a 13-year old aren’t “take[ing] her to bed in [their] mind.” Granted, this is possible, I’m sure they have normal sexual fantasies (ew) but most likely they were embarrassed and self-conscious because these women were pretty and nice to them and being young boys, they weren’t used to all of the attention from the opposite sex.

    The whole purpose behind the haircut episode was to try and find a place that my guys felt comfortable going – I certainly had no preconceived ideas that they might look at these women with lust or as objects. However, the experiment was definitely an opportunity to open a channel of communication and talk about what they saw and experienced. And in my opinion, talking about something in the open is always a much better plan than pretending it doesn’t exist.

    Overall, I think it was a successful lesson, if not a tad uncomfortable for me.

  2. Hi Karen- I love reading your work, both fiction and non-fiction. This post surprised me, because you seem to be saying that it’s okay for guys to lust simply because they are “programmed” to do so. I don’t think this is Biblical. Oogling women is not the same as buying lots of shoes. Jesus says that it is better to tear your eyes out of your head than to let your heart lust. (Matt 5:27-29).
    Are you teaching your boys that it’s okay to view women as objects? I hope I haven’t offended you. It’s a touchy subject. But I’m curious as to how this line of thinking meshes with your Biblical Truth series.

  3. I really won’t believe anyone who says their fiction is PURE 100% fiction. We write from our minds and in our minds is our life. We, thus, write from life. Yes, fiction prompts mean NOT REAL, but there always has to be some part of reality within each writer’s works. Don’t feel bad. Some of my fiction is fictionalized truth as well. =0)

  4. The Hasbro post was not suppose to publish yet LOL I was drafting it up and published by accident… I’ll be posting a contest about it, soon… as they are giving away 200 games! Do not know all the details yet..

    Wow, about the tip sign!! The boys look great tho!

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