There’s a reason I love Hong Kong so much, and this headline says it all:

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“Naked chef on Hong Kong adult channel.”

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It goes on to read:

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“Host Flora Cheung will start each 30-minute show shopping for fresh ingredients in the city’s famous wet markets, undressing once she is back in the privacy of her studio kitchen, the South China Morning Post reported. Cheung, who admits she has never worked in a restaurant kitchen, said she hopes the risqué show will draw more men into the kitchen.”

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There’s something so carnival about this in the way it doesn’t even bother to disguise how hard it’s pandering that I can’t help but stand back in admiration and gawp. Also, who wants to be naked in a kitchen? I can’t think of anything worse than hot oil spattering my bare skin, knives getting dropped on my bare feet and hot pans burning my skin. And what kind of career do you go on to in Hong Kong after you’re the naked chef? Already, you’ve got a shelf-life because I doubt anyone wants to watch a 40 year old naked chef. Notice that even Gordon Ramsay takes off his shirt less and less in later seasons of Kitchen Nightmares. But then can you imagine trying to become a newscaster, or a weather woman, or a talk show host when everyone’s seen you spill XO sauce on your naked breasts?

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