Last week I wrote about Hooters. Many people commented.

This week I wrote about Tucker Max.

In the comments on my Tucker Max column, commenter Rotten666 writes:

Wrong about the Hooters girls, right about Tucker Max. The lesson here Lindy is that is that women can choose to be sex objects if the want to, and shouldn't be ridiculed by other women. That is what feminism is all about. Tucker max is a flaming misogynist scumbag who I would gladly beat into pulp if I were ever given the chance. The boy is a flat out woman hater, who sells hatred to other like minded haters. If you read his shit and think it is funny, kindly do the world a favor and kill yourself.

I'm sorry if Rotten666, like plenty of people, can only identify misogyny when it's in the form of the world's most blatantly sexist douchebag literally punching a woman in her vagina, but that doesn't mean subtler versions don't exist. Believe me, I agree with you that women should be able to choose to be objectified if they want to. I'm a woman; I'm part of that sexual dialogue. Being objectified can be awesome. The issue at Hooters is that sexism in our society is so pervasive, and women have internalized it so completely, that they think it's empowering to work, almost naked, underneath a sign that reads "CAUTION: BLONDES THINKING." Hooters is for men who want carte blanche to treat women like brainless pieces of shit. I have no idea whether those women are happy working at Hooters, whether they like it or don't, whether they're exploiting it or it's exploiting them. I could give a shit, honestly. My point is that the aspect of our culture that Hooters represents is as regressive and damaging as Tucker Max. Hooters is basically Tucker Max: The Restaurant. Obviously I don't think Hooters should be illegal, or anything batshit insane like that, but I do think that conceiving of women as brainless, fried-chicken-laden sex dolls (seriously, read the Hooters magazine) should be shameful. Fuck that. Wipe out that element, just be a shitty restaurant with scantily clad waitresses, and I'm fine with it.