Whether or not you believe me when I say that I’m almost retired from that whole scene, I know that partying will always be a part of me. And seeing as that will always be an inherent trait of mine, I somewhat feel like an expert on the topic which therefore means that the subsequent claims in this entry are validated by my experience. After all it takes a party girl (past or present) to know and talk about one.
I’m used to the party girl stereotype. In freshman year the mere mention of my high school would instantly label me as one. And apparently that’s the kind of vibe I (used to) give off. Admittedly I’ve had more than my fair share of intoxicated escapades, releasing that inner desire to drink till I drop and club hop at an early age. But what’s funny is how now, at my junior year, I apparently look more like a good girl. Since when were party girls bad in the first place?
Since I found the difference between those two impressions quite amusing I decided to write an entry about it. I’ve been mulling it over in my head for quite awhile now but it was a recent incident of my friend that finally prompted me to put those thoughts into words.
Being a “party girl” or “party boy” for that matter is not synonymous with being wild and should only be interchanged with caution. Honestly I think that’s a common misconception that our traditional culture of conservatism has bred amongst our peers. Yes there are some party people who are wild but the truth is that you don’t need to be in a club to be wild. Maybe party philes get more flack about it because we’re more public about letting our inhibitions run free
Personally being dubbed as a party person simply means you like going out and socializing and you know how to have fun doing it. Unless you’re grinding upon and hooking up with some guy every weekend I don’t see how wild and “party girl” can be used in the same sentence. Or how being a “party girl” should have such a negative connotation.
Recently a friend of mine was dubbed “wild” by her relatives who found out that she let a guy kiss her in public and that her clothes are too sexy (when honestly it isn’t.) And this sparked a whole conversation about the double standard in society where the norms encourage a certain lifestyle to “fit in” a.k.a go out, drink, etc. And yet when we do engage in such so called atrocious behavior, we get judged by it.
I remember that during the peak of my party days how people would be surprised when they talked to me past that judgmental first impression; how despite seeing my intoxicated weekends from afar that I was not and am not as wild as they thought i was. This reaffirms what i said earlier about how “wild” and “party girl” are two entirely different things.
Just to be clear, I’m not complaining or denying of what I apparently seem to be because I’m old enough to not care and know myself better than that. My point is simply this: So what if you’re a party girl or boy? That you like to go out and have a couple of drinks (or shots?) Because honestly there are worst things you could be.