Skeevy and gross, with a thin veneer of legitimacy.
Dudes, think about this. What if there were a family restaurant called Banana Hammocks, where male waiters walked around in skintight pants? There’s technically nothing risqué about it, but you can totally see the outline of their junk. Groups of ladies go there to watch, IDK, Downton Abbey on Sunday nights. Grandmothers bring their granddaughters there for lunch- there is a kid’s menu. The ladies who go there make skeevy comments about the male workers, who have to smile and act cheerful about it because they are working for tips.
The guys who work there all choose to work there; it’s a free country. But the economy favors women over men. Most executives, doctors, lawyers, and scientists are women. If you’re a guy, you can break into those fields, but your father might not have been able to. You will often be the only guy in a room full of women, or earn less than your colleagues.
But, ok, you’re not a male scientist. You’re a college student and a waiter. You could work at a regular restaurant, but the tips won’t cover all your bills. The waiters at Banana Hammocks earn twice as much money, but in exchange they put up with sexual harassment all the time. And before you go, “heh heh heh, that’s awesome,” remember that it’s the general public. The lady patting your ass is old enough to be your mother, has her hair in a mullet, and just pulled some sweaty bills out of her bra for your tip.
The women working there aren’t doing it because they really want to be there. Nobody in the service industry or sex industry really wants to be there. It’s probably the highest paying option out of several shitty choices. If you’re a guy and you eat at places like this, the waitresses probably hate you.