The way films represent nightclubs differs muchly from reality. Or at least that is what I have come to learn with my experience. I am only nineteen years old, and my idea of clubbing is Canal Street in Manchester, but aside from that, I would rather go to the pub than a club. Yes it may be nice to dance once in a while, but the social status that comes with it gives you more responsibility on how to do so. Being a girl we have to dress right, wear the heels we shouldn’t know how to walk in, wear the correct dresses to be anywhere near VIP.
I don’t wish to be that person. I would much rather go out in a pair of trainers than a pair of stupid heels. I love heels, don’t get me wrong, but those should be worn every now and then, not every Friday night. And with all this effort we put into our appearance, where do we end up? TigerTiger is one of the most popular nightclubs in Manchester, but I don’t understand why. I have been only once, and on that occasion I was given the VIP treatment. There is nothing special about VIP. Their idea of who is important are local footballers and those from reality shows such as The Only Way Is Essex. I would not like to spend such money on meeting those people.
During my time there, I remember fixing my make up in the bathroom, when a girl walked by, her dress tangled around her legs, in a terrible drunk state yelling “If anyone is wondering, I’ve just pissed down myself.” A classy girl, I sarcastically thought to myself, but I was in shock when I saw her again later in VIP. This is the standards of what is classed as important apparently.
I feel as though I’ve ranted long enough here, but my point is essentially this: The nightclub life we are all shown on television has become nothing but a mental creation. In reality, the glamour, VIP, fast lifestyle does not really exist.