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As a red-blooded male, and infrequent visitor to North America, the appeal of the Hooters chain of restaurants isn’t difficult to understand. It isn’t the gaudy decor or over-processed foodstuffs on offer. Oh no, it’s the waitresses and their unique ‘uniform’:

We have nothing like this in the UK outside of strip joints, and this is a country where The Sun presents it’s daily topless Page 3 Girl. Let me ignore, for now, the oddity that a chain of eating establishments like this even exists in North America, a region not known for being comfortable with the ’s-word’. (Hey, I did a whole module on this for ‘A’-Level Media Studies - violence, swearing, gore seems to be fine, but a bit of naked lady-flesh seems to send the populace into a red-faced giggling fit and the censors reaching for the scissors). 

Anyway, the point of this entry is that to an innocent (work with me on this) Brit abroad it seems extraordinary that a notoriously litigious society allows this type of enterprise to exist. Picture the scene - redneck clientele, too much beer and girls in tight hotpants and push-up bras. Surely the obvious happens as a regular occurence? How can Hooters survive, let alone prosper, in such an environment, where every employee is a potential lawsuit?

The answer lies in a document leaked to The Smoking Gun and a disclaimer that every Hooters employee has to sign before starting work:

Well that clears that one up. Although, perhaps, in their desperation to avoid legal action the Hooters lawyers have overthought every eventuality:

Better safe than sorry!