Last night, my friend Stephanie and I went to San Francisco to see an old friend for her birthday. Kayla was turning the ancient age of 20.
We spent the day in her apartment, which is amazing to someone who still lives at home, and later spent some time at Serrimonte Mall. It felt nice to spend time with good friends, until Kayla wanted to party to "celebrate her birthday".
As a college student myself, I understand most of my friends and peers party every single weekend. They either drink from Thursday to Sunday, or they talk about their wild nights. However, I don’t live my life that way. Maybe I’m boring, but I just have too many things to do during the weekend that I have no time or energy to go out.
Unfortunately, I’ve observed something in Kayla and her roommates that is far worse than drinking and partying every weekend: As Kayla and her roommates were getting ready for Kayla’s “birthday celebration,” their lack of self worth and their degrading relationship with men was surprising.
“I met him that night, and we only made out,” says Kayla’s roommate Lina. As she paused for the rest of our reaction, she exclaimed, “What?! That’s all we did! He’s a pimp, but he’s a really nice guy. I call him ‘pimp-daddy.’”
Little did I know, Lina’s interest was an actual pimp. I was sick to my stomach that any woman would date anyone so despicable.
Then, there was Sonia—another roommate. Sonia had been “facebooking” her interest. They’re never met in person, and last night was the night they would meet. In order to get ready, Sonia drank 2 shots of Grey Goose, and wore 5-inch heels with “shorts” and low cut top.
Needless to say, I said my goodbyes and left before the party started. I was just so disgusted by the way these girls thought about men and how they present themselves. It wasn’t respectable or attractive to me. In fact, it was the exact opposite. I’m use to meeting guys personally, dressing a little more refined around them, and being sober, especially around someone I was interested in. Maybe I’m just old fashioned.
Well, if you're old fashioned, so am I.
ReplyDeleteI also lived at home while I attended college; it was the only way I could afford to go. And I was never a drinker or a "party girl" ... thank goodness! Life is complicated enough without inviting that kind of trouble.
I think you were wise to leave before your friends met up with "pimp-daddy." (Maybe it's time to find some new friends.)
Good column. Good use of quotes and specific details. However, please review AP style for numbers: it's two shots, five-inch heels.
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