The Numeric System of Uncomfortability

Bristol is big on clubbers... So, clubbing is not exactly our turf, but I think we're going to learn a lot about clubbing anyway, whether we want to or not. It's people watching-time.

The worst (and thus most interesting) phenomenon are the girls, and the unmistakable sense of "fashion". It really does not seem to matter if you're freezing, blistering or just extremely uncomfortable, as long as you look adequately trashy.

Most girls balance away on heels like these. How is that possible, you might ask, on paving stones laid out on steep hills? Well, it's not. But it doesn't matter if you can't walk properly...

So let's call the heels our first factor of uncomfortability. The next would be the length of the skirt. If you can't see the underwear (or rather, the lack of underwear), it's not uncomfortable enough.

Add to these a deep cleavage, no sleeves, an open back and preferably a naked waist, and you have the main factors of the Numeric System of Uncomfortability, scaled 1 to 10.

We've seen at least a handful of 9's and countless 8's tonight. They are everywhere! I seriously don't get why girls want to dress like this. If this was the exception, it would make more sense, but the majority of the women we meet on a Friday or Saturday night are dressed like this, like a horrific white trash competition.

Has feminism taken a long step back? This doesn't look like dignity, strength and independence to me, these girls are more objectified than anything I've ever seen. The expression 'like lambs to the slaughter' pops up in my head. Each to their own I guess...