Can "girls just wanna have fun" justify all your weekend shenanigans? Maybe not.
This week's column is about the divisions, or lack thereof, between saint and skank. After attending a Playboy-themed party at Big City Club last Friday, many friends asked me to write about where female party goers cross the line between being sexy and going overboard.
I was all set to go with that theme, but midway through the process I realized my thinking was kind of flawed. Even though I might be opposed to contests that require nothing other than excellence in grinding, I'm not necessarily in a position to judge other people's concept of fun.
Downtown is supposed to be vehicle for escapism, a place where you let go of the stress and office politics that consume your Mondays through Fridays. Sure, it's possible to relax without bearing your stomach rolls and sticking $1 bills in your bosom...but then who would we rely on for entertainment?
I'd like to hear what you think, though. From bikini contests to Playboy parties, is there a skank culture downtown? And if so, is that OK?
