I’m Over It: Club Wear

There isn’t much to do when you’re a 16-year-old suburban teenager who just got her driver’s license. The novelties of sitting at Starbucks and hanging out at Denny’s wear off really fast. Luckily (I think), my friends and I found a Sunday night teen dance party at a club in Akron, OH. It was a country western themed bar called “The Boot” that locked away it honky-tonk tunes and cowboy boots on the day of rest so bored teenagers could fill it to fire-hazard capacity. We strategically planned a “study sleepover,” kissed our parents goodbye, filled water bottles with 99 Bananas and piled into someone’s rusty car. For a fee of $5, you got sweaty teens grinding on each other, bad rap music, the occasional knife-fight and a vast sea of skanktastic fashion.

I usually wore a tank top and jeans, both made of natural fabrics that covered the better part of my body. But the majority of girls looked like a spandex/glittered/backless mess. Sequined butterfly tops barely covering the nipples were strapped onto overly tan torsos with single flimsy strings. Ass-crack revealing jeans that were certainly not Alexander McQueen caused a stir when getting low with Lil’ John. I’m sure the bartenders swept up a literal ton of glitter at the end of the night. Unfortunately, I sometimes still see this club wear popping up around the neighborhood. I hope you enjoyed my trip down memory lane. Lamentably, some adults haven’t grown out of this stage yet.

Thanks to GreatGlam.com for the truly horrifying photos!

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