Winter Settling Moon II
Got 7 or 8 inches of snow last night, so Eduardo and I waved at each other over our snow-blowers this morning. This is fluffy powder, though the snow coming down in Denver yesterday was heavy and wet.
We went in to transfer Kate’s driver’s license to Colorado and pick-up some area rugs. The stop at the driver’s license bureau took 2 hours and 15 minutes. Afterwards we hunted for a place for lunch. We decided, with little knowledge, on Twin Peaks.
(I’m pretty sure this was the young woman at the host’s desk. This image comes from their web page.)
Here’s their description of themselves:
“Here at Twin Peaks, we offer everything you crave and more. Hearty made-from-scratch comfort food, draft beer served at a teeth-chattering 29 degrees and all the best sports in town shown on high-definition flat screens. All of this is served by our friendly and attentive Twin Peaks Girls, offering their signature “Girl Next Door” charisma and playful personalities to ensure that your adventure starts at the Peaks.”
And another description from google, which is to the point: “Sports-bar chain where scantily clad waitresses serve American comfort food in lodgelike surrounds.”
Kate was the only woman customer in the place and there were a lot of other customers. This occasioned a long discussion between us about feminism, the kind she and I matured with, and third wave feminism which has an emphasis on women owning their sexuality.
Were these young women here by choice? Or, by financial need? Probably both. Pride in their appearance might have influenced some young women to choose waitressing here, clad in clothes for the beach, while it snowed heavily outside. Others might have needed work to pay the rent, feed their family, or pay tuition.
Even the young women who chose to be there because they were proud of their bodies might have emphasized that part of themselves at the expense of other, more future oriented aspects. Kate pointed this out and I agreed. I brought up the idea that feminism means women can make stupid decisions, too. Yes, Kate agreed.
We both laughed when I remembered the In Defense of Alcohol line written in marker on a dollar bill and attached to the wall of Little Bear, the blues club in Evergreen. “In defense of alcohol,” the writer said, “I’ve done seriously stupid things when I’m sober, too.”
