Coyote Ugly

Luckily, I am worn out.  So, rather than spend the whole day fuming that my car is looking more like an entrant in a demolition derby than the car I know and love, I spent it watching the Coyote Ugly show on CMT with the Professor.


I spent a lot of time just staring at my television in confusion.  But finally, about half way through the second hour, I realized what bugged me.


I really don’t give a shit if women want to stand on a bar and flaunt their tits and shake their asses to make some money.  It’s not going to win any of them Feminist of the Year, but, if that’s your thing, who gives a fuck?


No, what bothers me about Coyote Ugly is that everyone on the show seems to just unquestioningly believe that this is a job women should aspire to.  Not just a job that a woman might get because it pays the bills and is somewhat amusing, but a job women should want so much that they’re willing to compete for it like it really matters.


I just find this ludicrous.


The job is to be an entertaining bartender.  Fine, that’s a cool gig if you can get it.  But it’s not something worth aspiring to.  And yet, the whole premise of the show is that it is.  That just blows my mind.

26 thoughts on “Coyote Ugly

  1. So. . . You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t watch TV. They made a stupid ass reality show from that stupid-ass movie?The movie really annoyed me with the pansy ass comic book trading. I mean, come on. Having been a bartender. . . if you do it, be good at what you do, but don’t count on it to last forever, if you depend on your tits or your face. The mortgage will still be there when they fail.

  2. Snob. Why shouldn’t it be something to aspire to? Those girls would probably wonder why anyone would aspire to design bridges or read books for a living.

  3. Oh, Heather. I thought long and hard about whether I coudl bear to tell you this, but you’re going to find out sooner or later. Better you hear it from me. The movie was based on a real place in New York that has since franchised out all over the land, so that, if men need a place to go where women will shake what god gave them, but not quite as nakedly as they do at strip clubs, they can go there.And now women from across the country can compete for the honor of working at what is, basically, a Disney-fied burlesque show.W., good try, but I don’t think the accusation of "snob" sticks to a girl who’s been wearing the same shirt since late Friday.

  4. Yeah, you’ll be going to a bar based on a movie based on a bar.I’ve been to the one in Atlanta a couple of times. It was pretty empty and sad, mostly because I’m not young and stupid enough to be in Buckhead at 1 AM.If the beers weren’t $5, I’d go back.

  5. I know they say it takes all kinds to make a world. I went to high school with a girl who aspired to be a stripper. I’ve never quite understood it, but since her father felt MY breasts when I was 13, I imagine he was THAT kind of a dad. (For the record, his hand was burnt with a soldering iron immediately afterward. Never feel up a girl whose working on a computer with you. She knows how to use the tools.)I guess I just always assume there are people out there whose need for love and acceptance is so deep that they’ll earn money flashing their assets. Then again, since I write I expose intimate parts of myself for even less money. Hmmm. Something for me to chew on. Great.

  6. Boy Scout, Five dollars a beer?! Okay, I can almost understand now why the people on the TV show are so damn serious about it. They have to find girls that will cause patrons to shell over five dollars a beer. Good god.Coble, I think you’ve outlined the two separate, yet intertwined things going on. I certainly understand why women would take this job and more power to them (especially at $5 a beer). I just find it bordering on offensive that they load these girls up on an bus and stop off in all these small towns to have them practice dancing around as if to say that we all are supposed to get that this is a job worth aspiring to and that the role of the viewer is to help support them in their efforts.Does that make sense? I can see why someone would want to be a stripper, but I’m not going to gleefully help her work on her pole dance.Heather, sorry.

  7. This is just one more reason we don’t have cable. My blood pressure would spike just flipping the channels.<i>No, what bothers me about Coyote Ugly is that everyone on the show seems to just unquestioningly believe that this is a job women should aspire to. Not just a job that a woman might get because it pays the bills and is somewhat amusing, but a job women should want so much that they’re willing to compete for it like it really matters.</i>Honey, were you in town when they opened that damn bar on Second Avenue? The local news media coverage, combined with the ads they bought to try to get people to work there, was absolutely disheartening. It was as if they’d brought a combination of Prince William and Jesus downtown, and we women were just such LOSERS if we didn’t get down there and apply for a job. (Also, we clearly needed to go out and get a lot of tats and piercings and pull down — or up — various pieces of clothing to show them when the camera was on us. Yeeowch.) Having drunk people trying to puke into my cleavage or pull down my pants while I dance on a bar is just not what I sat in my backyard at age 8 and aspired to do. You can ask my dog. I wanted to be Judy Robinson from "Lost in Space," except I wanted to co-pilot the ship with my dad and boot that smarmy Don West out the hatch. Hah!Sadly, from your description of the show, it sounds as though they target the small towns because that’s where they’ll find more girls who still don’t realize there are more careers and lives to aspire to.

  8. As far as getting frisky with the girls, part of the kitsch of the place is that they don’t put up with that. I saw guys getting hosed down with the soda gun for even the slightest step out of line.

  9. <I>I can see why someone would want to be a stripper, but I’m not going to gleefully help her work on her pole dance.</I>Perfect sense. In essence, if these women already have issues, why on earth are we supposed to reinforce those issues?

  10. Okay, I see now that I must go see this for myself. You pay $5 a beer to watch women stand on a bar and dance around, but if you seem too excited by it, you get sprayed with soda? And people go there why?

  11. And yet, every time I order you to put on a dress and eat me out, I’m just met with nervous laughter and a change in subject.

  12. Okay, sorry. That probably crossed some line. But it’s funny, so I’m leaving it. I just wanted to say that I immediately thought better of it.

  13. Aunt B., good on you for not taking that comment down! It made me laugh so, I spit out a bit of my overpriced yogurt parfait. And then had to hose myself down with soda.

  14. Frostine, I imagine that I can expect to be hosed down with soda by the Wayward Boy Scout as soon as he sees that comment, if that is indeed the proper punishment for folks who have slightly stepped out of line.

  15. Well, I’ll tell you. By the time I get the coveralls on and the leather apron and the big leather gloves and find someone to tie the steel toed boots, I’m just usually not looking to have to take it all right back off again.But if you’ll only take orders from a girl dressed like a welder, you’ll only take orders from a girl dressed like a welder.

  16. <Yeah, you’ll be going to a bar based on a movie based on a bar.<I’ve been to the one in Atlanta a couple of times. It was pretty empty and sad, mostly because I’m not young and stupid enough to be in Buckhead at 1 AM.<If the beers weren’t $5, I’d go back.>Heh. Thats a bar based on a movie based on a bar based on a bar, since Coyote Ugly is a franchise based on a bar called Hogs & Heifers in NYC. I used to live in NYC, and I hung out there a bit for a while, when the soundguy/booker used to book a lot of acts I liked. Then he left, and they turned the booking over to the bouncer, with results that I thought were unfortunate.Except for the crowd that used to hang out there for the bands for a short time, the original was already lonely and sad (with the idea of fun that they push, how could it have been otherwise?), and the beers were already $5, but in NYC the beers are $5 just about everywhere, so that wasn’t worth commenting on. And the bartenders were very proud of themselves and sneered at the people who were there for the music, since we didn’t conform to the idea of fun that they pushed. Weird.nm

  17. In the interest of full disclosure, I believe I heard that saying from Sarcastro.Wait till I tell you my "that’s where you get the seven" story!

  18. Even dirty people can be snobs B. I know you pay a lot more attention to what people are saying if they don’t comb their hair. Sounds like snobbery to me.

  19. "By the time I get the coveralls on and the leather apron and the big leather gloves and find someone to tie the steel toed boots, I’m just usually not looking to have to take it all right back off again."Jennifer Beals did it in FlashDance.

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