Nearly Naked Fireworks

Fireworks are getting hotter.

This is the kind of thing that gets me all conflicted. As an intelligent woman I should be deeply offended, by the sight of minimally clad young women hawking fireworks at a stand in Puyallup, Washington.

And if I was a totally straight girl (or a 1993 lesbian), I probably would be. But alas I am not—when it comes to stuff like this no guy has me beat for shallowness:



The bodacious enterprise is setting off some sparks among the good people of Washington State. But it is just an extension of the sexpresso stands which are now passe in that caffeinated corner of the world. A couple years ago some entrepreneurs discovered that a lot of the guys prefer to purchase their Joe from a chick in a see through blouse and chaps, rather than the girl in khaki and Birkenstocks.

Lets face it--regardless of the product--it's a business model that is sure to stimulate.

Of course the usual suspects have been bitching and moaning. I heard one woman complain about the exploitation of it all. I know my feminist friends would agree—and surprise—so do I. As a girl who has bounced around selling cocktails, and in college even briefly went pole dancing until it had the desired effect of prodding my Dad to raise his cash strapped daughter's allowance-- I get it—but the issue here is who is doing the exploiting.

No attempt should be to made justify nearly naked fireworks hawking, stripping or hooking on third wave feminist theory or anything vaguely esoteric like that. Its just a matter of managing and maximizing the use of natural resources.

If guys, or shallow lesbians, are willing to pay more for their sparklers or a cup of Joe, if it is served up by a scantily clad chick—more power to said chick—so long as she knows what she is doing and is getting a fair return.

Getting more bang for the buck is an American tradition.

It is that sort of thinking and initiative that made this country great.

And is why we celebrate the Fourth of July.