So this is Phoebe’s first time wearing her Howlers uniform (using that word ‘uniform’ in the broadest of senses) within the context of the actual strip. Some of you may recall this outfit from a skyscraper ad I did a while back. It is what it is.
My wife looked at the strip and scoffed. “Don’t blame me!” I replied. “The outfit’s modelled on the real-life equivalent outfit. I had nothing to do with the design.”
“But you chose to make Phoebe work at Howlers,” she noted. “You could have made her be a mechanic or an interior decorator, but you didn’t. And in that way, you’re totally to blame for this. You’re always trying to deflect the blame when it’s entirely your fault.”
She’s right, of course. I’m to blame for this, I guess. It comes with being a guy. We’re in the wrong so often, and we’re not even smart enough to argue our way out.
Yes Christmas is over, but there’s still time to check out the naughty yet nice Puck pic that’s the voting incentive on TWC. The title is “When I think about you, I touch my elf.” If you haven’t seen it yet, you can’t say you aren’t curious.
Though this particular incentive pic isn’t available through voting on TWC anymore, you can purchase the pic from the STORE! It’s only a buck for a set of five voting incentives! That’s what I call a deal!
How is her working at Howlers a bad thing? Sorry. And honesty that uniform isn’t really that risque. It’s just shorts and a tank top. Who would SCOFF at that? How stupid.
A large, large subsection of female middle white America (and Canada) scoffs at that every day. Then their husbands go to those restaurants and they stew silently … silently …
I know, it’s sad. I don’t know which is more sad though. The scoffing of the women for no reason. Or the men secretly going to the places AFTER the wives have scoffed their brains out.
Okay, I’m just trying to use the word ‘scoff’ a ton of times before it becomes too obvious…..
What? A restaurant (or any place) where attractive women will be NICE to them? Can’t imagine why we’d want to go there! >.>
The expression goes: “Why go out for burgers when you have steak waiting at home” which is true… but when the menu at home has become a is a steady diet of oatmeal…
I like oatmeal.
CEASE YOUR BLATHERING, FOOL! Do you want to give away ALL our secrets!?!?! 😛
We have no worthwhile secrets. Women have all the good ones. Like the cure for baldness.
Fact: Men are genetically programed to be visually stimulated. Fact: We are also genetically programed to, at the very least, look at several women. Fact: It can be considered women taking charge of their own sexuality and becoming empowered to work in these places, with the added bonus of turning a thinking man into a mindless ATM. Conclusion: Women ain’t got a lick to complain about, when it comes to those restaurants, we don’t force women to wear those outfits, and it’s kinda’ demeaning for us, too.
Yeah, I don’t go to these restaurants. Mind you, I draw comics like this, so I can’t judge anyone.
Most things I see being labeled as “exploitation of women” by the call-ourselves-feminiests-because-we-forgot-what-that-meant crowd, when examined with more dispassionate eyes, boil down to women financially exploiting men, by taking advantage of men’s higher libidos… and the men in question being perfectly fine with that.
Is selling bottled water in the desert exploitation? Kinda… but nonetheless I thirst, and so I feel gratitude to she who provides what I need.
That’s … one way to view it, I guess.
At the very least, it’s entirely consistent with Phoebe’s established character that she would want to work at a place like Howlers, so I wouldn’t feel too guilty if I were you.
Believe me, I don’t feel guilty at all.
I can personally attest to that theory. Wings *do* taste better when served by attractive women.
everythng tastes better like that. Even bacon. And b00bs.
(Hah! Beat the censor!)
The censor is me, by the way. It’s a manual censor. And I know it’s super-stupid, but I’m just actively editing the totally non-problematic words that the advertisers seem to have a problem with. And yes, our favorite ‘b’ word seems to be a problem for them. But hey, not if you spell it weird, right?