They call it the pre-lash…
February 16, 2013. No comments.
A group of 18 year old girls are getting ready to go out on the town. They are uniformly (if beautifully) dressed in the obligatory short skirts with fake-tanned bare legs and high-heeled shoes. They will dance awkwardly clutching little bags and holding mobile phones, then hobble off to the next club and do it again whilst getting more and more drunk and goodness knows what else.
The mothers stay in and drink wine and talk about the golden days of warm legs and bum bags, maintaining a little mystery, and being able to dance freely around their handbags. Someone puts Blondie on the Ipod. Before long they are discussing the effects of internet porn, and What. Ever. Happened. to Feminism??
3 hours later the wine supply is nearly finished and the mothers are discussing their own youthful exploits, who last borrowed ‘50 Shades’, and if it would be alright to have another cake.
18 suddenly seems such a long time ago.