A candid tale of 20-something humanness and extended note to self.

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Since when did night clubs turn into brothels covered in glitter....



Last weekend, I went out clubbing, and despite the fact I was quite heavily under the influence of a delicious bottle of Pinot (my lifelong love affair), I still had enough active brain cells to look around me and tut like a 65 year old. My gosh, I thought to myself, this place is the closest to a brothel I've ever been in, just a bit more glittery, with louder music, and of course (before you all get the wrong impression of my gorgeous hometown), without the actual prostitution.

Seriously ladies, when did we all start forgetting to leave something up to the imagination? One girl had a hot pink top so low, that I'm sure her nipples were bobbing along to 'Don't stop believing.' And behind me, a girl in a pretty paraletic state was wearing a long top as a dress (not a wise move), and seemed to think that the queue of guys ogling her were simply just appreciating her flirty dance moves. And across the room, a girl who looked like she wasn't even old enough to be playing the lottery, let alone getting into clubs, was straddling a walking advert for Nike, while he clamped his grubby hands on her bum and dry-humped her on full view for anyone that was watching. Which was, unfortunately, me.

It saddened me, as these were beautiful, fun, fearless girls, who could work what their mumma gave 'em in a classier way, and get the positive attention that they truly deserved. And where on earth did chivalry go?! What happened to those days where smart men would approach pretty ladies and ask for a 'waltz' instead of a bl*w job?

I do understand, that times have changed, and although my values are more in sync with my Grandma's, I appreciate that this is the 21st century, and that I am part of a sexually charged, party-mad generation. And don't get me wrong, I love singing along to the endless candid songs that turn the dance floor into a weird grinding frenzy (please note, I'm usually the girl whacking out the joke dance moves in the corner), I love attempting a cheeky wink at the gorgeous barman, and I love listening to awful chat-up lines and occasionally swapping numbers with the guy I talked about gherkins with in the kebab shop. I love attention just as much as every other girl that gets glammed up on a Saturday night, but I much prefer to get it because I look feminine, sophisticated, and, in drunk male terms, like a bit more of a challenge.

And the moral of this story is, its much more effective, and more pleasant for everyone (the smug looking chav in the corner who keeps his only brain cell in his boxers not included), to tease with a hint of cleavage and an amazing perfume, then let a pair of dancing nipples give everything away!

And that folks, is all for now. Link me to pictures of some of your classier night-on-the-town outfits, I'd love to see them!

Peace x



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10 comments

  1. I agree with this so much, When i was still at school in years 10 and 11 some of the girls went out in see through tutus and strap tops and bikinis -.- come on, i didn't look good what so ever. And they didn't look old enough what so ever, but because sadly they thought that was the way to be the grubby doormen let them in and they still continue now. I know i like to wear short body con skirts and dresses but i balance it out and make sure everything is covered that i wouldn't want to give the wrong impression! Even that these days gets you shouted at and hit on.

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  2. I know, some of the outfits people choose are just awful! Exactly girl, my motto is, either cleavage or legs; never too much of either one at any one time lol! Xx

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  3. Um, since time began, girl. They've always had'm, always will. Selling of sex for men who don't have any morality nor bawls will always take hold of their MasTiffs. I hope this link will git you and your hubby to grow ever closer to each other... till we arrive in Heaven. God bless you.

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  4. I cannot agree with you more! There is nothing wrong with flashing a bit of leg, but whatever happened to being a bit of a tease and 'playing hard to get'? In my opinion, it's much more fun and will keep them running back, instead of giving them everything on one drunken night and wondering why they never text you back.

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  5. Exactly Sophie! You couldn't have put it more perfectly! Give them a chase! :) Xx

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  6. But, alas, drunkards aren't allowed in Heaven where we'll have all the time in the world. Read your Bible, Sophie, sweetheart. God bless you.

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  7. so funny and true! made me giggle :)

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  8. This made me lol, but i 100% agree with you, i always seems to look around me no matter how much i've had to drink and notice all the girls who decided to put far to many eyelashes on and literly paint rollered there make up on.
    It does really irrate the hell out of me, but i think the same as you, I'd rather be more of a challenge than not leaving everything to the imagination!

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  9. Amen Charlotte! Thank you both for you comments! :) xXx

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