Only a few years ago, I was not yet 21 and couldn’t go to a club. Since I’m the kind of girl who loves to dance and socialize, I couldn’t wait until I was finally old enough to start partying. But when my time came, clubs weren’t how I expected them to be at all: dull scenes, crap music, and straight-up depressing anti-social patrons that flooded the nightclub scene.
After taking a one-year club hiatus, earlier this summer I ventured to a well-known spot in New York City with a couple of friends … only to find shit even worse than when I promised myself to avoid clubs like the damn plague a year before. Now I think I have eight good reasons now to just avoid nightclubs entirely: Keep reading »
If you’re like a lot of people, you spent at least part of New Year’s Eve in da clurrrb sweatin’ off that fifth cocktail. Okay, maybe that was just me. Now I need to watch this video intently and figure out which type of dancer I am/steal some of their moves. I’m probably the “clumsy” or the “self molester,” not to be confused with the “hair molester.” Which one are you? [YouTube via Laughing Squid]
Recently, I went out dancing with some friends. Looking around at the crowd bouncing and swaying to the beat, I realized that no matter what club you go to, there are certain types of dancers that you’re always going to see. Like the true nerd that I am, I went home and wrote them all down. Check out my list after the jump, feel free to add any other types in the comment section, and most importantly, tell us which category you fit into (I’m a mix of #2, #6, and #7 without the ecstasy)… Keep reading »
This video, lambasting the longstanding tradition of girls traveling in large packs to nightclubs, might not be — in the words of the immortal Whitney Houston — “right, but it’s okay.” You know the girls this video is talking about. Maybe sometimes you’re even one of them. No shame. Just don’t be Becky, okay? She really can’t handle her liquor. [Daily Picks and Flicks]
The tabloids are chock-full of insider information procured from vague sources. And while some anonymous sources are no doubt actually friends with a star, readers are still left wondering who these tattletale BFFs are. Enter “club girls,” a small squad of statuesque young ladies who are hired by tabloids to befriend celebs while out at the hottest night spots, and then report back with any scandalous info. Yes, modern journalism has hit another low, allowing these girls to call themselves journalists when their real job description is to trick celebrities into trusting them and then sell their stories to the writers of gossip rags. Keep reading »