TITTIES AND VODKA
Jan. 23rd, 2010 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
defrogITEM: The Overeasy – an upmarket bar in Singapore at One Fullerton – recently staged an event called Fill My Cups. Objective: ladies get free drinks based on their bra size.
The breakdown went like this:
No one had to take anything off or get felt up – two judges at a “Boobie Booth” made a visual assessment. So at least it was classy.
If yr wondering, the whole thing was a publicity stunt to promote the guest DJ at the Overeasy last weekend – whose moniker is, in fact, DCUP.
See what they did there?
As you might expect, some local women find it hilarious and fun, others find it demeaning and offensive – though according to at least one article, even some of the latter camp came out for free drinks anyway.
I can see why some women would feel uncomfortable being at an event that encourages people to stare at their tits. On the other hand, my experience with Singapore dress codes and the nightclub scene assures me that really, the only difference between Fill My Cups and the average ladies’ night at Clarke Quay is the judges’ booth and the rating system.
Anyway, if nothing else, it’s ten times more honest than what they get up to over at Hooters. (And yes, there’s one of those in Singapore, too. Bet they wish they’d thought of this.)
Drink from the loving cup,
This is dF
The breakdown went like this:
No one had to take anything off or get felt up – two judges at a “Boobie Booth” made a visual assessment. So at least it was classy.
If yr wondering, the whole thing was a publicity stunt to promote the guest DJ at the Overeasy last weekend – whose moniker is, in fact, DCUP.
See what they did there?
As you might expect, some local women find it hilarious and fun, others find it demeaning and offensive – though according to at least one article, even some of the latter camp came out for free drinks anyway.
I can see why some women would feel uncomfortable being at an event that encourages people to stare at their tits. On the other hand, my experience with Singapore dress codes and the nightclub scene assures me that really, the only difference between Fill My Cups and the average ladies’ night at Clarke Quay is the judges’ booth and the rating system.
Anyway, if nothing else, it’s ten times more honest than what they get up to over at Hooters. (And yes, there’s one of those in Singapore, too. Bet they wish they’d thought of this.)
Drink from the loving cup,
This is dF
