Feminist who?
Tonight I paid 45 dollars to dance in front of older males and be groped while sipping on my 19 dollar drink, which didn’t taste good enough or have enough alcohol to be worth 19 dollars.
However, this did not seem to curb my enthusiasm.
My new friend, Damon (or Devon?), after informing me that I sound English (which I definitely do not), tried to explain sarcasm to me. I didn’t get it, so I just kept dancing. This furthers the blonde American stereotype that I aspire to and probably also gives my persona California points.
Meanwhile, the place where I was dancing completely in earnest was called the Electric Birdcage. Feminists would not encourage women to go into a place called a birdcage willingly. I realize that I should have more respect for myself, but what can I say? “I wanna dance with someboday/ I wanna feel the HEAT with someboday/ Yeah, I wanna dance with someboday/ With somebody who loves meeeee.” So Whitney Houston* said it best.
Things I have learned:
-British men are not used to summer clothing, this is because of the cold and gray myth that enshrouds the city.
Answers I still seek:
-I sound Irish?
Cheers,
Lindsey
*Speaking of crack, I did not see Amy Winehouse or any of the other celebrities on my list. This was a major disappointment, but I remain hopeful.
