I Wrote an Article About Cleavage That Was Too Deep in the Hospitality Industry and Got Absolutely Torn Apart
I wrote an article about cleavage that was too deep in the hospitality industry, and some readers clearly didn’t take it very well. In fact, I got absolutely torn apart. ‘The chick who wrote this must feel really fucking bad about herself.’
It was a perfectly respectable and nuanced article about a restaurant visit during which a waitress—very pleasant, incidentally, but that’s not what this is about—was dressed in such a way that it was impossible to look anywhere but at her enormous tattooed, bra-less breasts in an extremely low-cut top. I had an opinion about that.
But apparently I wasn’t allowed to.
Jealous body-shaming moaning woman without breasts
Because if you say that—in a high-end establishment like that, I should point out—you’d rather not be completely distracted by the breasts of the waiting staff, you’re a moaning woman (‘People always have to find something to complain about’), prudish (‘How about we just stop with all this prudish nonsense and interfering in what people are allowed to wear? This is getting ridiculous!’), jealous (‘The woman herself is probably as flat as a pancake’) or some combination of all three.
And of course: body-shaming too (‘Aaahh, if only there could be one day when women were simply allowed to wear whatever made them feel comfortable without other people’s unsolicited opinions… enjoying the body-shaming?!?’), because in keeping entirely with today’s trend, apparently you’re not allowed to say anything anymore.
Because: not woke and oh dear.
Augmented tattooed breasts
In 2024, you can no longer say what women should or shouldn’t wear, because women are allowed to decide for themselves what they wear without receiving comments, that much became clear. Am I against that? Of course not—wear whatever you want, and especially do so in your free time or somewhere where it really doesn’t matter. I love breasts and tattoos (although the combination seems rather painful to me, but that’s beside the point), and you won’t hear me complain at the bar of the Hard Rock Cafe.
But in a high-end restaurant, I find it inappropriate and uncomfortable when someone serves you wearing augmented tattooed breasts without a bra, in a V-neck top down to her navel.
Maybe I am hopelessly old-fashioned, but I’m certainly not prudish, nor flat-chested or jealous. Still, in certain roles and at certain places, I do appreciate it when people don’t dress overly casually. Simply because it distracts too much from what it’s really about—in this case, the food.
Food as the showstopper
Because alongside the dishes, the decor and the atmosphere, the waiting staff play at least as big a role in the experience of visiting a restaurant. And instead of the divinely grilled artichokes with ham and that brilliant dessert with baked strawberries, it’s mainly that cleavage that I find myself thinking about involuntarily.
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