5 Reasons Why Bachelorette Parties are the WORST
Earlier on the Rocker Morning Show, Mike and I were talking about a new survey regarding bachelor/bachelorette parties and that got us on a tangent about typical bachelorette parties; the penis straws, the stupid games, the “Last Chance” sashes… and my unfortunate run-in with a stripper (yep! The cliche "hot cop" showed up and pulled out all of his moves on a very unsuspecting Stefani).
So why? Why do I hate bachelorette parties so much? I'm glad you asked!
- Every Party Favor is Penis Shaped: Straws, shot glasses, battery-powered light-up "I'm With the Bachelorette Party" pins - everything at a bachelorette party has to be penis shaped because, apparently, a giggling 12-year-old at a slumber party came up with this idea. No, I am not carrying around a pink "yard of ale" shaped like a willy. No, I am not doing as shot called a "blow job" out of a plonker shaped plastic shot glass. No, I will not wear a candy necklace made of gummy danglers. I'm 33. I'll pass.
- Bachelorette Party Games
- Pin the Penis on the Hunk - No thank you (and who says "hunk" anymore?). I'm also convinced that all of the "hunk" games were made in 1974 because they all feature a guy who looks awkwardly out of date.
- Bachelorette Party Truth or Dare; you are given a bingo-card-type score sheet with a list of tasks like kiss a stranger, dance on the bar, or let someone in the bar grope you. Whoever crosses everything off their list wins... something... usually penis shaped. Good trade for your dignity.
- "How Well Do You Know the Bride" - look, if I didn't know her, I wouldn't have paid an ungodly amount of money to go to this stupid party, m'kay? Which brings me to...
- The Cost: Between limo service, drinks at bar A, dinner, drinks at bar B, cover at the club, and drinks at the club, you're probably out about $250. And that's on top of what you're paying to attend the wedding... and what you bought the lucky couple for their shower... and how much you spent on a bridesmaid's dress you're never going to wear ever again...
- Strippers: Dude. Put it away.
- The Costumes: It isn't enough, anymore, to simply attend a bachelorette party. These days there's a dress code;
- "The theme is 'Little Black Dresses,' Ladies!" - if you don't own one, you have to buy one.
- "Angela's favorite color is purple, so make sure you're wearing something purple!" - hate purple? Who cares? It's not your party.
- "Becky's favorite movie is Wizard of Oz, so wear ruby slippers!" - which means you have to either hope to find a cheap pair of ruby slippers at a Halloween store or make them yourself. Have a pair of flats you don't mind ruining with red glitter and hot glue? Perfect!
- Add to that the name tag you're told to wear that identifies you as part of the party, the sash indicating you're a bridesmaid, the aforementioned penis shot glass necklace, and a tiara that says something ridiculous like "bitch" or "flirt".
I am SO glad that most of my friends have opted for non-traditional bachelorette parties; Kristin's was at a White Sox game, Leslie's was at a Chicago loft with comedians, Dana's was a Wine and Canvas type thing at her house. No d*cks. No dares. No drama.