The words “Twin Peaks” used to primarily refer to a cult-favorite TV show from David Lynch, but after this week, the breastaurant chain of the same name has finally reached a cultural saturation point. Following the biker fight in the parking lot of its Waco location that left nine dead, eighteen injured, and 170 arrested, “Twin Peaks” now calls to mind something very specific (and only vaguely resembling a David Lynch vision).
It’s not necessarily what the chain would like to be known for, though—the trifecta of boobs, beer, and ballgames is what the company’s brand is based on. As Andrea Valdez wrote for Texas Monthly in 2012, when Twin Peaks’ revenue hit $44 million, the gimmick behind the chain is that “Twin Peaks’ waitresses wear barely-there costumes, a red-and-black plaid crop top and short khaki shorts, in keeping with the chain’s hunter’s lodge theme.”
That means, of course, that sexism is built into the Twin Peaks business model—i.e., only women who are capable of satisfying a particular kind of fantasy are qualified to sling fried pickles at Twin Peaks.
We should talk, Austin. You know we love you—Franklin BBQ and the Alamo Drafthouse were born there!—but sometimes your reputation as the progressive island of whatever in the middle of a red state is so ill-deserved, it embarrasses not just your own citizens, but everybody else in Texas: After all, Austin is more backwards when it comes to things like race than any of the other five biggest cities in Texas.
It’s hard to know for sure, but the fact that Austin city manager Marc Ott’s office scheduled a training and brought in outside experts to help them transition to the new city council—specifically, to the fact that 70% of the incoming city councillors are women—is not a great look for the fuzzy little hobbit’s shire that Austin sometimes likes to pretend that it is. (Worth noting: The seven-person city manager’s office is staffed by six men and one woman.)
Everybody knows how to deal with women at work: No bright light, don’t get them wet, and never, ever feed them after midnight. (Update: apparently that’s Gremlins, we regret the error.) But the city thought the staffers at Austin City Hall needed more advice:
A train brings pieces of the Rio Grande Valley wind farm through Brownsville.