Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

We've all seen them: the drunken and barefoot team of matching pink t-shirts struggling to run through the red light at 2am. They are spearheaded by the lady labelled "Maid of Honour." Close behind her are others with "bridesmaid" stamped across their backs. Successfully across the street, their counterpart in white, a fuchsia "BRIDE" spanning her chest, chiffon veil stuck flat to her sweaty hair, awaits her most prized crew of friends for more shot-taking, sharpie-scrawling, random-stranger-photographing fun.

Oh, how we LOVE a good bachelorette party ...

Personally, I'm all about the debauchery. What's a girls' night out without the next-day's promised embarrassment? A ladies' night out.


Oy.

Am I the only one to lament the return of "sophisticated" doe parties? What's with all these small groups of women dressed tastefully in their hottest LBD and deadliest pumps? Re-wearable matching headbands? A bride distinguished not by a tacky piece of fabric flowing from her forehead (or by the token piece of male anatomy showcased somewhere near her face)


but by a cute headpiece and trendy pearls?


Come on.

24-size font on ill-fitting cotton across the boobs replaced with 14-size embroidery on lace intimates?



Whaaaaaaaaa?

This is NOT what Cyndi Lauper had in mind, I'm sure.