Is anybody having the same issue as me? I go to a club all like, “Hey yeah, cool, ready for a good time, had some pre-drinks, ready for a bit of a party.” Get inside, look around and think, “Hold up. Why did the bouncers let me in, I’m so wasted, I think I am in the ’90s.” And then I’m not wasted because I realise any self respecting, educated, sober person would easily mistake many a Melbourne club for the ’90s.
Girls are the best. Girls are cool and smart and great and we smell nice and know how to get rid of hair and make our fingernails look sexy. We could rule the world, we could. We just don’t want everyone to know how actually amazing we are. But, so much awesomeness needs some boundaries and hence us girls have the Unspoken Rules of Feminism. Sadly, it has occurred