Multiple allegations of grossness. No fat jokes pls. It's Rape Month, so every morning we wake up and see which powerful man has been forced to resign today! This morning's lucky perv: Mario Batali , famed chef. Batali has issued a statement saying that the multiple allegations of grossness "match up with ways I have acted," and so he'll be stepping back from his tiny empire of media and various businesses.
We had a deal at the Red Lobster I worked at. If a guy harassed one of the waitresses to the point where she was uncomfortable, I took over the table. They still got the tip, since it's not their fault that some men are just pieces of shit wrapped in khakis. Very few men wanted to fuck with the 6'1", 220 lb waiter. Most men that harass women are cowards, it turns out.
Obviously fat jokes would be wholly inappropriate and I'm glad we're getting past that. But what about references to the Mario Bros, eg. "It's a-me, Mario! I'm a-guido, gonna grab-a yo tit-ties". Is that okay?
I don't remember my father hitting on the servers. However, he always told awful "Dad jokes". The same ones, every friggin' time. Not sexual harassment, but still pretty uncomfortable.
What I remember about descriptions of Batali in Buford's " The Heat, " was that Buford seemed to admire his swashbuckling, boundary-pushing, over the top persona.In fact, Buford wrote little about the female line-cooks, which annoyed me endlessly, except to state that one's face became "mask-like " as a defense mechanism. Which resonated, all two - three sentences of it, but seemed like his worship was saved for the guys. I read the linked Eater article on Batali. So the celeb Chef has feet of clay. His chauvinism was well known. Countless women who worked for him were sexually harassed by him...Sure, he mentored two women Chefs, but it doesn't make up for it.He opened a pizza restaurant and Eataly in Boston ....some little voice in my head said stay away. From applying. I thought he had a really novel style with food, that he found his groove, too bad he didn't work on his misogyny.
Tha'ts how it works in the massage industry.Your clinet-contact hours are paid at $20/hr. You're guaranteed $10 per hour on site for a two-week pay period, but only AFTER any tips paid at the front desk (cash or credit card) are added on. In a slow two-week pay period, the customers subsidized the theraaists' minimum pay. Chirstmas time was always the worst; that's when people would be rusihing in to use the gift card they got last Christmas before it expired. Often these jerks would not tip at all.
I can vouch for that - I worked in a spa for several years where gift cards were a common way for people to get the kind of luxury service they didn't normally spring for. If we were lucky, the gift-giver would include the tip on the card. But there were always those who didn't, and the receivers often felt they didn't need to tip - because it was a gift. It really sucked.
My first week waiting tables, back in - lord, is it really possible I'm that old - 1976. Sweet old grandpa beckons me over, wants to show me a picture. "Aw" I think "it's his grandkids, or maybe his faithful old dog..." Nope, wide open beaver shot.
Oh, I had my restaurant moments. May favorite is only because I got back at the guy. Friend of the (female) shift manager. She says to him, ‘what can I tell get you?’ and he points to me, writing down the order and says, ‘Her, on a large platter.’ I immediately took my extremely sharp pencil and cocked it towards his throat. He yelped and I never made eye contact.
We had a deal at the Red Lobster I worked at. If a guy harassed one of the waitresses to the point where she was uncomfortable, I took over the table. They still got the tip, since it's not their fault that some men are just pieces of shit wrapped in khakis. Very few men wanted to fuck with the 6'1", 220 lb waiter. Most men that harass women are cowards, it turns out.
This is important--guys should school, and then drop if necessary, douchey friends
Obviously fat jokes would be wholly inappropriate and I'm glad we're getting past that. But what about references to the Mario Bros, eg. "It's a-me, Mario! I'm a-guido, gonna grab-a yo tit-ties". Is that okay?
I don't remember my father hitting on the servers. However, he always told awful "Dad jokes". The same ones, every friggin' time. Not sexual harassment, but still pretty uncomfortable.
What I remember about descriptions of Batali in Buford's " The Heat, " was that Buford seemed to admire his swashbuckling, boundary-pushing, over the top persona.In fact, Buford wrote little about the female line-cooks, which annoyed me endlessly, except to state that one's face became "mask-like " as a defense mechanism. Which resonated, all two - three sentences of it, but seemed like his worship was saved for the guys. I read the linked Eater article on Batali. So the celeb Chef has feet of clay. His chauvinism was well known. Countless women who worked for him were sexually harassed by him...Sure, he mentored two women Chefs, but it doesn't make up for it.He opened a pizza restaurant and Eataly in Boston ....some little voice in my head said stay away. From applying. I thought he had a really novel style with food, that he found his groove, too bad he didn't work on his misogyny.
Tha'ts how it works in the massage industry.Your clinet-contact hours are paid at $20/hr. You're guaranteed $10 per hour on site for a two-week pay period, but only AFTER any tips paid at the front desk (cash or credit card) are added on. In a slow two-week pay period, the customers subsidized the theraaists' minimum pay. Chirstmas time was always the worst; that's when people would be rusihing in to use the gift card they got last Christmas before it expired. Often these jerks would not tip at all.
Worst. Grabass. Ever.
Would definitely recommend. Their brunch menu was great, but I want to go back for dinner.
Totally
I believe that falls under the heading of "Once seen, never ever unseen".
Thank you for your service. Seriously.
I can vouch for that - I worked in a spa for several years where gift cards were a common way for people to get the kind of luxury service they didn't normally spring for. If we were lucky, the gift-giver would include the tip on the card. But there were always those who didn't, and the receivers often felt they didn't need to tip - because it was a gift. It really sucked.
My first week waiting tables, back in - lord, is it really possible I'm that old - 1976. Sweet old grandpa beckons me over, wants to show me a picture. "Aw" I think "it's his grandkids, or maybe his faithful old dog..." Nope, wide open beaver shot.
I'm sorry, what's the incorrect bit? I'm confused.
Oh, I had my restaurant moments. May favorite is only because I got back at the guy. Friend of the (female) shift manager. She says to him, ‘what can I tell get you?’ and he points to me, writing down the order and says, ‘Her, on a large platter.’ I immediately took my extremely sharp pencil and cocked it towards his throat. He yelped and I never made eye contact.
Jesus fuck why