SCENE OF THE CRIME by Natasha
Firefighter Eric loves 'em.
Feisty Kevin used to date one.
Best friend Ashley dressed up as one for Halloween a couple of years ago.
What the hell am I talking about?
Hooters girls. 
White tank, short orange shorts, "delightfully tacky yet unrefined." The Hooters Corporation also maintains a strict policy: Bras are required. That's funny.
Ever since 1983 when the first Hooters opened its doors in Florida, admit it or not, the whole world has been preoccupied with this social icon.
Tacoma is no different.
Here in our 253, the proprietors of Hooters had a major stroke of genius. They located near the McChord and Fort Lewis installations, open sources of soldiers and airmen who need love, forever sealing their success.
I went to Hooters for my first time on a certain Sunday only to marvel at this long overdue adventure.
I arrived a little before my friends did. There's no doubt that every single eye in the place was on me for at least a second or two since I was one of the only female customers in there. 
To kill time, I did what always makes the most sense to me: I sat at the bar and had a Bud Light. The men at the bar continued to look at me sideways until I started talking to them, which really threw 'em for a curve. My homies arrived shortly thereafter.
Hooters is a great spot for catching sporting events with the enormous plasmas all over. It's also good for watching every walk of life that's in there.  I was surprised to see so many families with children in the joint. I had fun thinking that these people had left church and hit up Hooters immediately.
I'll also certify without shame: The Hooters girls are gorgeous. Some of my women folk have told me that they feel insecure about going to Hooters.  It's not that confrontational for me; I have a rack of my own. I chatted with the girls about hair; they showed me pictures of their adorable children, and they tried to convince my guy friends that I was so beautiful that I deserved a Hooters T.  It's amazing what a little symmetry will get you.
The dances that the girls do to songs like the Village People's "YMCA" aren't quite as good as the hoedowns at Cowgirl Up, but there's nothing like watching them rock the nylons in person.
The menu at Hooters features seafood, sandwiches, salads and those spicy chicken wings that everyone loves, which are just a couple of shades darker than the uniform shorts.
Back in my college days, I was an idealist, a bleeding-heart feminist, and wouldn't have been caught dead at a place like Hooters. I've obviously gotten a little wiser and eased up since then. So much so that I had a brainstorm about seeing if I could get a job there just to say that I had done it in my life. Would you visit me there, dear readers?
If you're a Hooters hater, you should get over yourself and go.
Who knows, I might be the one greeting you at the door.
Bra intact.
Hooters, 6812 Tacoma Mall Blvd., Tacoma, (253) 476-9464

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