Posted by Mook:
I went to a club a few months ago for the first time since I was a student.
At the door, the bouncer was IDing everyone (club policy) and, after
handing him my driver's licence, he told me, "wow, you look good for
your age." I'm 29! Hardly bus-pass material...
In the club we stood and watched as mashed teenagers progressively
got more mashed until they had the confidence to try and pull the
objects of their lust.
This is the root of the binge-drinking culture - we're too
shy/uptight to contemplate chatting someone up sober so we have to get
absolutely mullered first.
For the first hour they shoot sideways glances at the one they fancy.
Then they dance nearer, then after a while they try to infiltrate
lust-object's dance-circle. Then they get told to fuck off, and the
whole process starts all over again.
It's hilarious to watch, but funnier still when you're the object of
desire. Low-self esteem is the driver - they simply *have* to pull -
it's the only thing that will validate them as a human being. Without
the prospect of sex they fail. It matters not how shite that sex is -
they want to tell their friends a) I went clubbing and b) I pulled. That
is all that counts.
After about three hours of a succession of 17 year old boys limbering
up and desperately trying to get in my pants (how depressing that my
age was actually a turn-on - I am officially an 'older woman') I got
bored of the shouty non-conversations, the groping on the dancefloor and
the inherent stickyness of every surface and left, relieved that I no
longer feel the need to subject myself to that torture in the name of
'cool' -
1) queuing up for half an hour to use a toilet that has a) no seat b) no loo-roll and c) no lock on the door,
2) spending £50 on shite cocktails to have the guts to try and pull, and
3) feeling aching regret for not having done a large quantity of
mind-altering drugs which might have ensured some enjoyment of the
evening.
What is the point?
Fucking Truth Say or what.
I have to mention one of my favourite books in recent years: Philip Marsdens Spirit-Wrestlers : A Russian Journey . There's a particular...
At the door, the bouncer was IDing everyone (club policy) and, after handing him my driver's licence, he told me, "wow, you look good for your age." I'm 29! Hardly bus-pass material...
In the club we stood and watched as mashed teenagers progressively got more mashed until they had the confidence to try and pull the objects of their lust.
This is the root of the binge-drinking culture - we're too shy/uptight to contemplate chatting someone up sober so we have to get absolutely mullered first.
For the first hour they shoot sideways glances at the one they fancy. Then they dance nearer, then after a while they try to infiltrate lust-object's dance-circle. Then they get told to fuck off, and the whole process starts all over again.
It's hilarious to watch, but funnier still when you're the object of desire. Low-self esteem is the driver - they simply *have* to pull - it's the only thing that will validate them as a human being. Without the prospect of sex they fail. It matters not how shite that sex is - they want to tell their friends a) I went clubbing and b) I pulled. That is all that counts.
After about three hours of a succession of 17 year old boys limbering up and desperately trying to get in my pants (how depressing that my age was actually a turn-on - I am officially an 'older woman') I got bored of the shouty non-conversations, the groping on the dancefloor and the inherent stickyness of every surface and left, relieved that I no longer feel the need to subject myself to that torture in the name of 'cool' -
1) queuing up for half an hour to use a toilet that has a) no seat b) no loo-roll and c) no lock on the door,
2) spending £50 on shite cocktails to have the guts to try and pull, and
3) feeling aching regret for not having done a large quantity of mind-altering drugs which might have ensured some enjoyment of the evening.
What is the point?
Fucking Truth Say or what.