Upon enttering my senior year in college, which presumably would be my last hoorah, i am discovering more and more how much the bar scene is lacking. besides the ridiculous and downright ludicrous prices for alcohol and cover, it seems as if everyone who attends these “social gatherings” are the most self indulgent assholes in town. the women who fluctuate around the gloom of these bars, either a) care only about your friend ben franklin or b) hiding some monstrosity under their skin, to which you discover two weeks down the road after its too late.
As Huysmans put it in his novel, “Against Nature,” when Des Esseintes compared bars to brothels:
“However, those girls working in bars were as stupid, as self-seeking, as base, and as self-indulgent as the women who worked in brothels. Like the prostitutes, they drank without being thirsty, laughed without being amused, went into raptures over the caresses of a common labourer, maligned one another, and scrapped with one another without the slighest provocation… what fools these fellows are who hang around bars! Quite apart from their idiotic illusions, they even manage to forget the risks associated with damaged or dubious merchandise, to no longer take into account the money spent on a lot of drinks the lanlady charges for in advance, or the time wasted in waiting for goods whose delivery is deffered so as to enhance thier value, or the endless shilly-shallying used to prompt and to promote the sport of tipping!”
Now mind you, there might be simple explanations for my cynicism, like attending the wrong classification of “the bar” or coming out of the bar empty handed, but all in all I believe that some of my theories are universal.
Cheers
