January 16, 2009
Chad Love: Booth Babes?
By Chad Love
Two years ago this month, when I was but a lowly prole on the then-infantile Gun Nut blog, I penned my thoughts (long since lost to time and website changes) on the demeaning and ridiculous phenomenon of the SHOT Show "Booth Babes." For this I was criticized by those who appreciate the combination of firearms, streetwalker fashion, and boob-skin stretched to the absolute limits of elasticity.
Last year, realizing I was a distinct minority, I simply said this about product spokespersons who wear spiked leather corsets:
"As for the booth babes, there are a bunch of stripper poles getting cold somewhere."
And here we are again. I've never attended a SHOT show and I've never seen a "Booth Babe" live and in the nipped, tucked, super-sized, plasticized and nuclear-tanned flesh. Neither prospect interests me in the least. I don't know which would be worse: enduring such a high concentration of hook-and-bullet writers in such a small area or watching all those frozen-smiled women posing with products they know nothing about while hordes of portly gray-hairs try to cop a quick down-blouse peek.
I know every other industry employs the same tired formula for their trade shows, and has done so for pretty much forever. But that doesn't make it any less cheap and tacky. Is there anyone else out there who finds classy women much sexier than the ones who use Pamela Anderson (or whatever her last name is this week) as their template.
So if you're a female spokesperson at the 2009 SHOT Show and you're not sporting moon-sized cleavage I salute you. You may not know how to pole-dance for money but you know how to be sexy with style. And be safe in the knowledge that all those lecherous old farts probably couldn't score with a free throw at the basket, anyway.