When you think about it, nightclubs are where we are at our most animalistic. The d-floor is littered with sweaty, pheromone oozing bodies, gyrating in time with the rhythmic and primal vibrations of drum and bass. We actually go to them in order to attract a mate with the girls showing off a lot of skin and some of the guys acting downright predatory. Looking for a partner is actually called going on the prowl and often the music is so loud we’re reduced to expressing ourselves by grinding up against each other. While this is all incredibly enjoyable, the question is born, which sex is rowdier in the club?
Girls – straight up. By far. Girls are the rowdier sex in the club and not necessarily because guys are docile, reserved gentlemen, but because the behaviour of chicks at the nightclub is balls to the wall insane compared to their behaviour out of the club. If you were to take the pattern of male behaviour exhibited in the club and transfer it to any other daily activity or setting, it would probably be almost exactly identical. Males at clubs are loud, boisterous, cocky and are pumping with testosterone. Males at a restaurant, cafe, school, work, beach, shops, airplane, hell anywhere really, are loud, boisterous, cocky and are pumping with testosterone. Generally speaking, subtlety is not a man’s area of expertise.
Girls on the other hand are usually sensible, more contemplative and far, far, far less horny than guys but put them in the club and goddamn – you’ve got yourself a flash bomb. You’ve got grinding, drunken obliteration, clothing that seems to indicate the inability of recognising winter, broken shoes, screaming and the emphatic declaration that despite all this behaviour they are not drunk. Combined with the monumental levels of guarana and sugar pulsating through their veins from girly drinks mixed with the excruciating pain of high hells and you’ve got a girl on the edge. And when there’s a catfight on the dance floor over who stole whose tampon, club-goers are best to just duck for cover.
In the club this behaviour seems normal, but on leaving the club as drunken girls and guys stumble around screaming, going straight out bonkers and painting the pavement, it becomes increasingly apparent that this behaviour seems more odd for one of the sexes in particular. So perhaps when girls go out, they’re just really experiencing life as a bloke for a while.