This is a personal post, but something I’ve been thinking about for awhile.
Preface: I remember the first bachelorette party I attended. I had just turned 18, was literally two days away from starting college, and was really excited to hang out with the older girls and drink some alcohol. I didn’t know what to expect from the stripper. He did his dance and played with the bride and bridal party, all of which I was able to handle. When he started grabbing the other girls at the party, I fled the room. Literally. I quickly walked out of the room and sat outside on the porch – as far I could possibly be from the stripper – until he left.
At the start of the party, long before the stripper arrived, the maid of honor was handing out funny name tags for everyone. The name tag she gave me was “Ice Queen”. The label given to me and the actions that followed that night have continued to haunt me.
