Society’s like some shitty club we got dressed up to go to because we’ve been convinced it’s amazing even though, truth be told, da clurb needs us. The bouncer’s an asshole, makes some snide comments, reminds you that he normally wouldn’t let you in, and then, once you’re inside, the DJ is just playing the Black Eyed Peas and Hoobastank all night, and you and your girlfriends look at each other like, “I went to some bougie spa and let my vajeen get steamed like it’s an eight-piece dumpling appetizer at a restaurant for this?”
