Two days ago I turned 21 and I was like...........holy omos Batman I have access to all these drinks, and parties, and.........clubs and etc etc right.
So I'm siting at home right before 11 when my friend asks if I want to go to this party and I'm like sure. Now when I realize the club it's at, I quickly remember the countless nights I've passed it and there is an immense number of people I would unfortunately consider wratchet. I live in Madison. Who the f**k are all these old a** black guys and where did they come from? Why are they in Madison? I'm a student and I still ask myself that.
I went to the club and as I've felt this entire school year, this is why I didn't have fun...also sets the preface for this blog
Note *you have to be a slut* PRICELESS!!! lol
As I watched these hordes of women in too high heels, body hugging dresses, going AYYYYYYYYYE everytime a song came on, air grinding, body grinding, leaning, sipping etc etc. I suddenly felt very old.
Why is this fun? To watch these men objectify you, as you objectify yourself? To get drunk, so that they party was fun? To look for someone to potentially take home and regret in the morning? To listen to one degrading song after another?
It was all so jaded...to watch these young women in the same dress, different cut. Same shoes, different color, same hair, different weave.
I then saw a girl I used to live with and............I felt ashamed. I'd like to think that I hold myself to too high esteem to immerse myself in that sort of environment...Yeah, I like to dance...but mostly in my apartment alone. Yes I like to drink occasionally but in small, very small, social gatherings. Yes I like to look sexy, but I aspire to look this way for a man who really loves me, not for the drooling masses. This was all too much. With these hood figga personas, a wanna be rap star, rambling off his hood dreams to me. It's like I can't. It's too much. Is this what people really spend their lives doing? Do they really look for partners here?
Perhaps this makes me bougie *shoulder shrug*
What's the point of all this....
I think we need to reconsider what is "fun."
Furthermore, if you're a woman who considers herself above the "hoodrats" the club is not the place to be. I mean why are you there? I know that I honestly went today because I had an outfit I really wanted to wear lol but really.....that foolishness is beyond me. I just can't.
Sidenote:::
Two fights break out at the club while this performer Bonafide King -whose music wasn't about nothing -First goes "Aw ya'll chill out if you wanna buck go outside the club." He starts to try to rap again, then more fighting, he goes "Man why ya'll have to do this sh*t during my set?" He storms off into the corner, comes back and tries AGAIN and when more fighting, "Man females dude, yall always gotta start something."
WAIT, REALLY? The outbreaks I saw was guys being held back, no women. The only time I saw a girl in the midst she was trying to stop stuff. I leave outside of the club and there are guys literally waiting to fight! That's beyond me!
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