My W was so offended and put off by the very notion of Hooters that you would have thought it was a strip joint. She was down-right anal about it. She warned me in no uncertain terms to ever think about going to such a place. I wouldn't have anyway as a married man, and out of respect for her, but I have to think back upon that and laugh to myself now. Based solely on the known facts, if I had to put skimpily clad, but otherwise fully clothed young women serving beer and wings in a restaurant -- versus W, my wife and mother of two small children, getting naked and horizontal with another (married) man, I think I'd have to say the Hooter's girls would be the epitome of wholesome virtuousness by comparison.
