Breast Examination at my Video Game Job. Wait, what?

Hello. I hope this doesn’t get misconstrued as a personal attack, but I’m angry with the recent article, “Breast Examination at my Hooters Job.” Here’s why:

I am an attractive female working at Gamestop. I realize I can’t claim to receive the same amount of unwanted attention from males as a Hooters waitress, but I am still in a business where women are objectified. I am frequently asked if I “actually play video games,” or if I’m strictly ornamental. I understood that I’d face a certain amount of sexism when I took this job, and I’ve come to terms with it–so, as far as I’m concerned, a woman who knowingly places herself in such a sexual environment has absolutely no right to complain about it.

Whether or not I’m wearing orange shorts and a tank top, I’m no stranger to sexual harassment. My boss actually suggested I flirt with customers to make my sales goals. I am widely known as “the hot Asian chick;” no one even knows my name. Men call my store asking for my schedule and make advances on me when I’m on the sales floor.

But don’t get me wrong: I’m not the one complaining about this. I’m aware that I can quit at any time. I know that some moral, feministic part of me should be horribly offended, but this is an imperfect world, and I’m willing to chalk up these harmless flirtatious as an unavoidable part of working with a male-dominated clientele. It was always part of the job. I knew that when I signed up.

Fact: Hooters is renown for scantily-clad women. Also a fact: Gamestop is known for electronics. Constant sexual objectification wasn’t listed on my job application, but I knew what I was getting into. To not realize the hugely obvious expectations of being a Hooters waitress is stupidity in its purest form.

If someone were to make these types of careers a feminist issue, the Hooters argument would be an insult to our cause.

No sympathy on my front.