According to the newspaper Le Canard Enchaine, the ritzy Georges restaurant in Paris hides ugly patrons in the back of the restaurant and seats the beautiful ones out front where they can be seen by people who walk by. A former hostess leaked the story. The only exception was for celebrities who the restaurant wanted everyone to see (of course). Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! We all knew that restaurants did that. This explains why I always seem to get a table way in the back of the restaurant usually in a dark corner. I once was seated in the kitchen which was really a good table.
I am sure many businesses follow this practice. What about beauty parlors? Art galleries often hire models to attend
their art shows. The same goes for car shows. My daughter once asked me to take her to the Chicago Automobile Show so she could see the models, and I do not mean car models. Political rallies? You can count on it.
I often thought that hot women at my gym were not paying dues, not that I cared. I used to teach at a college. I noticed that all college brochures had a beautiful woman on the cover. The college might have only one beautiful woman, but she would be on the brochure with the one good-looking guy. The college that I was at had only one tree on campus. Guess what? It was on the brochure along with the one small pond.
I read an interesting article by Brett Kelman in USA Today. It seems that pressure may force a high school in Thermal, California to change its mascot. Currently they have an Arab as a mascot. The
drawing of it shows a sneering, hook-nosed Arab. The American-Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee in Washington is pushing for the change. Apparently, the Society of Hooked Noses has not said
anything.
Rumor has it that the Washington Redskins are considering dropping the word “Washington” from their name because it offends so many people.
It reminded me of my own high school days when I was fortunate to be the first class of a new high school. We voted on the school name, colors, and mascot. We choose a Black Panther as the mascot. That was just before the Black Panther Party made the national scene. It also reminded me of the mascot of my company at West Point. My company was C Company of the Third Regiment, so, of course, we need a mascot with the letter C. We picked the Fighting Cocks. Years later, women were admitted with the Class of 1980 (have I aged myself). The mascot changed to the Game Cocks. This last summer, they changed the mascot to The Coyotes. Oh well. Must be politically correct.
I am sure many businesses follow this practice. What about beauty parlors? Art galleries often hire models to attend
their art shows. The same goes for car shows. My daughter once asked me to take her to the Chicago Automobile Show so she could see the models, and I do not mean car models. Political rallies? You can count on it.
I often thought that hot women at my gym were not paying dues, not that I cared. I used to teach at a college. I noticed that all college brochures had a beautiful woman on the cover. The college might have only one beautiful woman, but she would be on the brochure with the one good-looking guy. The college that I was at had only one tree on campus. Guess what? It was on the brochure along with the one small pond.
I read an interesting article by Brett Kelman in USA Today. It seems that pressure may force a high school in Thermal, California to change its mascot. Currently they have an Arab as a mascot. The
drawing of it shows a sneering, hook-nosed Arab. The American-Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee in Washington is pushing for the change. Apparently, the Society of Hooked Noses has not said
anything.
Rumor has it that the Washington Redskins are considering dropping the word “Washington” from their name because it offends so many people.
It reminded me of my own high school days when I was fortunate to be the first class of a new high school. We voted on the school name, colors, and mascot. We choose a Black Panther as the mascot. That was just before the Black Panther Party made the national scene. It also reminded me of the mascot of my company at West Point. My company was C Company of the Third Regiment, so, of course, we need a mascot with the letter C. We picked the Fighting Cocks. Years later, women were admitted with the Class of 1980 (have I aged myself). The mascot changed to the Game Cocks. This last summer, they changed the mascot to The Coyotes. Oh well. Must be politically correct.
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