Friday Fluffer - Walk of Shame
The concept of the morning after Walk of Shame smells fishy to me. Fishy in the sense that it's outmoded, what with the rise of the sexually aggressive woman and the modern You Go Girl! attitude to life.
What is shameful about walking home in clothes you wore from the night before with a freshly fucked look on your face?
Guys suffer not from this.
In any case, for those of you (ladies) preparing for every outcome, you might like: The Walk of Shame Kit [link] <------Link Safe for Work.
My favourite element is the Call/Don’t Call leave behind note card. Nice touch.
Pic of Essex Ladette walking the walk of shame from here [link]
8 comments:
Men do suffer the walk of shame. ;)
It's the walk of pride my friend ... the walk of pride!
Hm, I think they need a 'winter' version of the kit for this England girl ;)
Mr Nights, I have this feeling that the male Walk of Shame is a different species that the female variety. Call me suspicious * holds hands in air * I know, I know, but I sense you have something else in mind here.
SOD, yes! I like this idea. It IS a walk of pride :-)
Doc30ty - from across the pond! Nice. And you have a good point. The winter British WoS kit should include at least some wooly sox and your favourite tea bags. (In case your host has only generic 'tea' and not Irish Breakfast. Tsk.)
I've never had a walk of shame but the only thing that would piss me off about it would be that I would undoubtedly be wearing heels I couldn't walk in to do it. Otherwise I'd be proud.
Sort of like buying condoms. Some people get embarrassed about it. I'm happy - it's like "yes. I'm having sex. For a change."
The person in the shop doesn't need to know that the same packet will last me for two years...
To Serial Dater and Wombie:
Ever have a great evening and by about 1-2 AM your beer goggles are firmly in place?
Then the next morning when you wake up you realize your serious lack of judgment?
And then at that same moment, you also realize you have to somehow make it to your car, taxi, etc. without her neighbors seeing you and marking you as a total toad. Throw in the possibility that her roommate is freaking hot and your drunken decision process was to go for this seriously messed up ugly chick.
That's the walk of shame. Of which you deserve, you dufus!
See, now that's the kind of reaction I'd expect from the Modern Lady, P.
Interesting that you can walk in the heels the night before, but not the morning after. Why is that do you think?
Yes, I see your point, Mr Nights. However, doesn't this kind of regret warrant a new name?
Walk of Regret?
Walk of Getting my Penis to Stop Controlling my Head.
Walk of Blaming the Beer Goggles.
Something like that.
Haha. That's funny. I love that it comes with a breast cancer awareness bracelet. 'Cause that is necessary. :)
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