The pink! It burns!

I was waiting for a bus earlier on, and ended up looking at a stall selling a myriad of tacky things, including some woefully awful plastic England hats, but by far the worst was the stuff for hen nights: I think it's the combination of predatory sexuality with twee little-girlishness that really depresses me. (I think the worst may have been the pink glittery fairy wand, which had pink fluffy featherdown attached to it, which read on one side of the star 'good girl' and on the other 'bad girl', although the list of challenges for the bride to be were pretty sordid and depressing).

Am never having a hen night, ever (though I can see the attraction of the German tradition of a party where you and your closest female friends smash up crockery. I'm sure it's a wonderful way to release tension and get rid of all the annoyance entailed in wedding planning).

It's not that I dislike parties (well, I do, but that's not the point). I like a drink and I like going to the pub with groups of friends. I even got chucked out of a pub once.* I have done dumb things when I was drunk.

I don't have a problem with liberated female sexuality either, but that's almost the point. I don't think getting rat-arsed and harrassing waiters, bar staff, people who want a quite drink and other innocent bystanders constitutes liberation.


* A long, implausible story involving a bar manager who objected to loud but amiable theological arguments. No, honestly, it's true.