Spilled Milk
Steph said it best: The way we felt about high schoolers in college is the way we feel about college kids now.
It is a simple thought, and one I never realized until last night. Some friends and I went out to Westwood for a friend’s friend’s birthday. I don’t really know the guy, and I’m pretty Ok with that, but I also don’t think I’ll hangout with him much or ever again. He and his posse weren’t really my style, I’d say.
Anyways, we went to O’Hara’s, a bar, and got in relatively painlessly. Walking around, I got a distinct, awkward feeling. Guys in T-shirts and baseball caps were yelling to take shots, girls all looked the same, regardless of what they looked like, and the bar featured 4$ liter’s of miller lite. Oh yes, this was a college bar. Thinking about it this morning, it even smelled like a college bar. It’s hard to explain, and I don’t have the energy to try right now, so I’ll leave it at that.
Now, I want to make a difference between being a college kid and acting like a college kid. Drinking games, bars, even baseball caps are fine. I have no issues with this, it’s the mindset and mentality that I get tripped up on. Again, it’s hard to explain, but it’s this group mentality, partnered with cliquey and stepfordian culture that just gets under my skin. Collegians are great, individually. And maybe in the bookstore in small numbers, but not out on the town.
That’s where I draw the line.
“No one goes there nowadays, it’s too crowded.“