So.. My boyfriend hosted a Canadian foreign exchange student last weekend. It was pretty interesting. He was from the East Coast of Canada (I think he said Nova Scotia, but im not positive). His name was Chris, and ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS GO TO HOOTERS!! Personally, I find Hooters a little degrading but I submitted to it with the mental justification that it is in fact a notable American institution that Canadians are bound to be curious about. I was pleasantly suprised to find that the food is really really good!!! Extremely bad for you and greasy as hell, but really really good! Their ad campaigns and strategies are brilliant to be sure! The place was packed! and one just cannot deny that they have cornered the market for horny men (and the occasional orange-hot-short-loving lesbian) looking for beer and hot wings! And 7.99 a pitcher is really not bad (especially when the university is reimbursing all reciepts). The hot shirmp are great too, and the curly fries made me want to mouthgasm! There was the frustrating situation with the skantily clad waitresses..... Now I am all about freedom of expression, and if orange hot shorts do the trick, well then so be it.... but when the orange hot shorts are hitting on my boyfriend.... big problem! My boyfriend responded politely and appropriately (major points for him considering that he had had a few beers and the waitress was absolutely gorgous.. not to mention barely contained in her teensy white tank and orange hot shorts). After a while I stopped checking to make sure my boyfriend wasnt staring at the orange asses that sauntered by... because frankly, I was too! They are BRIGHT ORANGE.. The effect is impossible to avoid... YOU CANT LOOK AWAY! So props to the Hooters people for affectively using all this to their advantage.... Unfortunatly there are many women benig objectified and used in the process... which really pushes my buttons, but I'll keep the feminism to a minimun (for once). Man... now my mouth is watering for those spicy shrimp and greasy wings!