They're building a breastaurant in a city nearby me. I want to sit outside at the construction site and chat with the women applying for positions. I would say
"Hey. I know you are smart, kind or funny. I bet you are sensitve, strong or clever. You are not just a pair of boobs or a sexy body whose purpose is sexual stimulation. Do you really want to serve beers and erections for your livelihood?
Maybe you're just like me. Maybe you look for validation at every turn. You feel like your beautiful body, your God-given (or surgically enhanced) breasts feel like your best quality. But they are not. Let's go to lunch. Let's talk about what we really are. Let's talk about our femininity and our insecurities. Let's talk about what we have to offer the world, and the men in our lives, besides just a vagina.
But don't let them reduce you to an object. Don't let them perpetuate the myth that you are only as valuable as your bra size. Don't let them use you and don't check the best parts of you at the door."