Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Don't Call Me A Party Girl

The term "party girl" is basically the new socially acceptable way to say drunken slut. It sounds casual and colloquial, but make no mistake, this is now a derogatory character description. But what exactly is a party girl? Is a party girl someone that goes out with their friends? Is a party girl the girl that becomes the sloppy mess falling the the club? Is a party girl the girl that goes out to look for a hook up? Or can the party girl just be a girl who doesn't want to sit at home on the weekends? Listen, all of the above can describe any girl. Some girls are just better about keeping their activities surreptitious. A guy is basically asking to figure out whether or not he will be able to fuck you the same night that he meets you. But just because you go out doesn't mean that you are a "party girl" in the inebriated whore way. I hate it when people ask me "are you a party girl?" Do you mean I like to be social? Or do you mean that if you buy me two drinks I will come out of my dress faster than cocaine goes up Lindsay Lohan's nose? Just because I go to a club doesn't mean I'm going to give you a lap dance to the new Rihanna song or pour shots in my mouth straight from the bottle. Based on this new social stigma my options are apparently 1) sitting at home watching a Pretty Little Liars marathon On Demand with a pint of Ben&Jerry's (which let me tell you, some nights sounds like a fabulous option), or 2) going out to enjoy myself with my friends and basically being branded with a Scarlett A. I'm onto you. This "party girl" stigma is NO compliment. Sticks and stones my break bones but words and assumptions are much more deadly. Don't lump us all in as party girls because we enjoy a drink and an evening away from our couch. That is all.



  1. So true - going out doesn't make you a slut. Just a pity there are so many girls all too willing to give it all up right there in the club toilets :s.

    By the way - stumbled across this post while looking for a pic to add to my own post. It's about how my inner party girl has died. Hope you don't mind that I used your pic - it's just kinda perfect.

    http://caroerasmus.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/death-of-a-party-girl/ (in case you feel like reading...)

  2. I finally saw this! Of course I don't mind you using the picture. I will absolutely read your post. You sound like a kindred sister- not to get too boho on you.

  3. I'm from Salford mate and round here we'd call the bird on the picture by her name cos she's fucking belting not the dog pouring her the drink tho cos she's ruff ruff. So long gay boyz

  4. To me a sluts a brass an a disloyal cunt part from that suck my dick

  5. Not keen on birds who's fannys stink either an ur shagging em thinking I'm gonna be sick I'm shagging this smelly baggy with a semi on I'm that fuckin twisted an the smell of her twangs gonna make me throw.

  6. At the end of the day tho I'm talking to American cunts