Is this Australia's worst club night ever?
Welcome to GT Fridays, where you can expect a "killer ratio and no mullets".
Sometimes something seems like it's so wrong it has to be a trolll. So stupid, so devoid of any positive qualities that surely it's just someone taking the piss. Welcome to a new club night launching in Perth this weekend that we all thought was a troll. We all thought surely it was just a bunch of kids having a laugh. Since it's launch we've been waiting for them to pull the old rabbit out of the hat, yell 'surprise!', and have a good laugh at all of our expense as we expressed such shock and dismay at a night that just couldn't be actually happening. It hasn't happened yet, and we're starting to think it's never going to happen (and if it does, we'll give it epic kudos). Welcome, to GT Fridays:
Rather than regurgitate their event spiel, promising exclusivity and no fuccbois (to be fair, that's fine) - here it is in full:
For non-Perthites, GT stands for Golden Triangle, the affectionate name given to a segment of our fine city filled with the more affluent types. Every city has them: well-to-do adults who are little more well-off than most of us and their privileged offspring, packing $wag for days thanks to daddy's overflowing bank account. I don't really care about that. If these families have made enough smart choices in their life to become rich then good on 'em.
Furthermore, if a bunch of rich kids wanna start throwing a weekly party exclusively for themselves and other rich kids, they're completely within their right to do so. And in writing this article there's a big part of me that knows I'm playing completely into their hands. There's no such thing as bad publicity after all. But after today's little video (watch it down the bottom), I just couldn't help myself.
The level of douchebaggery on display is just too much to ignore. Do the girls in this video really accept the line: "And you're right, money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you a club full of hot women", as they link arms with our esteemed host? Our host who honestly looks like he's having an incredibly difficult time just trying to contain the off-the-chart levels of self-satisfaction that must be raging behind a face that could very easily replace the word "smug" in the dictionary from here on.
Then we fast-cut to the kind of grab-assery you'd expect at a club in Vegas, or an 18th in Sydney shot by JNoodles, not some little bar in the most isolated city in the world. Before our host closes out with the question, "and isn't that the same thing?" What, a club full of hot women is the key to our eternal happiness? I dunno about you guys but the reduction of women as objects to be placed in a club for society's over-privileged yung fuccwits is definitely getting me excited for GT Fridays.
Anyway, Perth kids, mark it in your diary*. This promises to be the social event of the year.
*And have a good time for me, my pleb high school education unfortunately disallows me from attending. That's really why I wrote this. I'm fucking jealous I can't attend.