sweeters
There is a science behind sweet sixteens, I swear. Because obviously, if you don't get the formula right, you're in for the most awkward night of your life. Fuck the dress and the food and the establishment. The biggest thing you need to worry about is who you're inviting. People make the party, and to fuck that up means you might as well have taken a couple grand from your parents and used it to line the birdcage.
The sweeter I went to last night was supposed to be good. She was one of the popular girls. But not of the preppy, lacrosse-playing, cheerleader, WASP variety. She's the sweetest, smartest, most unpretentious girl you'll ever meet. Everyone loves her. And because of that, the people she invited came from both extremes of the social spectrum, and everything in between. There were jocks, gossip girls, barbies, plastics, kids-from-other-schools, nerds, track stars (they're actually quite different from jocks), average joes, wanksters, gangsters, super achievers, and plain fucking awkward kids.
The dance floor was divided. But that's expected. For the first forty minutes, sure. But not for the entire fucking night! It makes you want to hate people for being so goddamn prejudiced and ignorant. I'm not a sucker for rose-tinted glasses, but FUCK. How hard is it for people to dance with each other to celebrate a MUTUAL friend's birthday?
Of course, the popular jerks (and I hate to even call them popular, but other terms sound really inappropriate) on the left side of the floor would form their own little bubble of people. Seriously, they hardly even paid attention to the birthday girl. The party was just another excuse for them to grind up against each other. Seriously, I feel bad for anyone who envies them, because for all their wealth and superficial good looks, they have no class whatsoever.
I hope that the birthday girl realizes this someday... the fact that she rolls with people who don't even deserve her.
ETA: Added "barbies," "plastics," and "kids-from-rival-schools" to the list. I couldn't help myself.
The sweeter I went to last night was supposed to be good. She was one of the popular girls. But not of the preppy, lacrosse-playing, cheerleader, WASP variety. She's the sweetest, smartest, most unpretentious girl you'll ever meet. Everyone loves her. And because of that, the people she invited came from both extremes of the social spectrum, and everything in between. There were jocks, gossip girls, barbies, plastics, kids-from-other-schools, nerds, track stars (they're actually quite different from jocks), average joes, wanksters, gangsters, super achievers, and plain fucking awkward kids.
The dance floor was divided. But that's expected. For the first forty minutes, sure. But not for the entire fucking night! It makes you want to hate people for being so goddamn prejudiced and ignorant. I'm not a sucker for rose-tinted glasses, but FUCK. How hard is it for people to dance with each other to celebrate a MUTUAL friend's birthday?
Of course, the popular jerks (and I hate to even call them popular, but other terms sound really inappropriate) on the left side of the floor would form their own little bubble of people. Seriously, they hardly even paid attention to the birthday girl. The party was just another excuse for them to grind up against each other. Seriously, I feel bad for anyone who envies them, because for all their wealth and superficial good looks, they have no class whatsoever.
I hope that the birthday girl realizes this someday... the fact that she rolls with people who don't even deserve her.
ETA: Added "barbies," "plastics," and "kids-from-rival-schools" to the list. I couldn't help myself.