...scene girl...?

One of my good friends posted a status today. It read, ‘The awkward moment when a “scene girl” complains about her friends becoming “scene girls”….lol’.

I do not consider myself a “scene girl”, nor have I observed any of my friends becoming one. To be honest, I never really knew what that stereotype was. 

One girl loosely defined the term as “…a girl who completely absorbs herself in the night life, (aka) the "scene", and forgets everyone and everything around her, (who) will forget who her true friends are and step on top of everyone to get to the top”.

Woh, woh, woh. Step back, and a big fat hell no!

That’s the definition of a fucking bitch.

Ok, I know this whole, “scene girl” debacle technically has nothing to do with me and wasn’t an attack on me in the slightest, but it made me feel like a shit human and prompted me to defend the wrongly accused chicks, like myself, in the industry.

I have often been referenced as a scene girl, because I go out and have a good time. True. The thing is, I don’t take advantage of anyone. And I sure as hell don’t make friends based on how much free shit I get.

So no matter what you say, or how you look at it, I’m not a scene girl. I’m just a promoter, which is a hell-uv-a lot worse in my opinion. Seriously, I just like to go out to have fun and drink at places to form new networks to eventually get them to come to Marco Polo at ivy pool... (HA! See what I did there?)

Yeah sure, you’ll hear me say, “I didn’t pay for a thing tonight”, and you may see me use my connections to walk-in entry free, but that’s purely because I’m a full-time student with a part-time bar job and an unpaid internship. I’m just a fucking tight-ass and I expect people to do the same to me when I'm working.

My definition of a scene girl? Girls who wear the same shit every weekend. Those who wear Black Milk galaxy printed lycra leggings, or those black and white striped leggings that make a chicks box look like a burger, paired with galaxy Jeffrey Campbell Lita's and act like fuckwits in the cross. Just stop.

G x.