I can only speak for myself, but I was not offended in the least by the ammo waitresses. As you can see, my husband and I even posed for a picture with them. By the end of the day, I was wishing I had one of those little skirts/shorts as opposed to my sweat soaked jeans that I had to peel myself out of just to use the bathroom. They were cute, friendly, and helpful. Heck, one of those girls in the picture was the mastermind behind the whole event.
My perspective might be a bit skewed, I’ll admit. You see, I have been a booth babe. The girl in the ponytail and short shorts at the comic book convention is not there because she’s followed every nuance of the eleventy billion Spiderman story lines, just saying. And years ago, I was that girl.
I enjoyed the attention. Yes, it’s a personality type. I like being the center of attention. Except from the smarmy guy with the greasy mustache of over-grown nose hairs that had to be verbally smacked down before he’d take no for an answer. (Which made the girl in the next booth nearly spray Coke out her nose.) Guess when you’re an artist for one of the major titles, you think the booth girls will fawn over you. Just because you’re the guest of honor signing the autographs does not mean I will ‘slip out for a quick break’ with you. But it was that guy doing the objectifying, not the event. And he was just one guy.
Yeah, I practiced that manipulative flirtation, and we made bank. Which meant my percentage of profits was a nice bonus to my already fun weekend hanging out talking to comic book enthusiasts. If anything, that is far more insulting to the men that were so easily parted from their cash by the right smile and giggle than it is to women. And the vast majority of the women there reacted positively to my presence. They would come by and ask what titles I was interested in and chat about the industry in general. (Mostly independent stuff. I liked the Spawn,particularly the Angela mini-series. I followed Razor and Lady Death and some oddball things. I generally liked female protagonists that could kick a lot of ass. Go figure. I no longer keep up. Other hobbies took the place of comics.)
The ammo girls even got introduced to a fun new sport. They spent a lot of time talking to the gun bloggers and various enthusiasts there as well as shooting a wide variety of firearms. One of them approached me to tell me she had never even shot a firearm and asked my advice on where to start. I gave her some pointers, told her she was welcome to find me. I’d find her something appropriate and give her a basic rundown on how to do it. By the time she found me again, she’d shot a few and was just giddy about it. She had that new shooter sparkle in her eyes and was anxious to try something else. Leave it to a bunch of gun bloggers to turn the ammo girls into new shooters.
They have gotten a good push down the road to being knowledgeable and capable as well as being sexy. I don’t resent that a bit. Hell, I want to be that.