Remember that buttmunch coffee drive-thru in Seattle where the baristas all have to dress like sexischoolgirls in order to deliver that all-important bodaciousness to their pornsick customers? Well, when the dude owner of a coffee joint in Monroe, WA decided to buy into the franchise, and revealed to the staff that they would now be expected to make with the cleavage, they all quit.
That’s right. There are women out there who, even in the face of looming mortgage payments, are in no mood for a pimpulational boss and a leering clientele. Reading this made the Twisty heart soar with the eagles in the smoggy particulate matter!
But then the Twisty heart crashed into a stripper pole. The pimpy boss says he has had no trouble at all replacing the baristas with a new batch of women (we’re interchangeable) who are not so overburdened with a well-developed sense of self that they would disdain to trade humiliation for cash.
This is an example of the rapid rate at which porn normalizes itself and promotes the preservation of the sex caste. Last January it was considered news that Seattle coffee shops should sell sex at all. But today, a mere 8 months later, the take-this-job-and-shove-it baristas are such an anomaly that they made it to the TV news.