In an essay in New York magazine, writer Hugo Lindgren argues there's a new leading economic indicator:
The hotter the waitresses, the weaker the economy. In flush times, there is a robust market for hotness. Selling everything from condos to premium vodka is enhanced by proximity to pretty young people (of both sexes) who get paid for providing this service. That leaves more-punishing work, like waiting tables, to those with less striking genetic gifts. But not anymore.
An interesting theory. While I would argue that journalists in Nashville are getting hotter and hotter, I can't speak for the local waitstaff. How about you? Have you noticed an uptick in the pulchritude of your servers? Does it help compensate for the decline in your 401K?