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Slut Dancers







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The Everyday Sexism project, informed by Slut dancers tip-off, reported that a bunch of Slut dancers students had slammed down the sticky lids of their laptops danecrs gone for a drive. Circling nightclubs, they'd offer lifts to a lone, slightly drunken woman. If she accepted and clambered in to the car, she'd be driven as fast as possible, as far as possible, in the opposite direction to her chosen destination. Then she'd be chucked out. The lads called it "slutdropping". These men deserve all manner of studenty ailments — glandular fever, library fines, dodgy kebabs and more — for the vileness of their behaviour.

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They also deserve it for tarnishing the name of a dancefloor move that has, of late, been bringing young women together. The real slutdrop is a move that, to get technical for a moment, is not dissimilar to Legally Blonde's "bend and snap". You dancerrs one hand in the air to steady yourself while you squat, straight-backed. Despite inevitable anterior cruciate ligament injuries, go down as low as is possible, danceds pop back up immediately. If Slut dancers wary of tearing your trousers, hoik them up, Harold Bishop-style. If you don't you may pay the price; one friend has unseated six pairs of trews. Oh, and keep your ankles together. I ended up crying in the shower over it.

I was dancing in sort of a silly way, trying to make some of my guy friends laugh, when I caught the end of this conversation these two girls in the corner were having. Apparently I was acting like a slut by dancing around in front of my friends. I was incredibly embarrassed and it totally ruined my night. I seriously think about it every time I dance now. When I was just starting out, I was trying to make friends and be accepted by everyone. During our lunch hour, some of the guys started exchanging sex stories, and as an attempt to fit in, I threw out one of my stories that typically gets a laugh from whatever crowd I tell it to.

It went over horribly. Only an hour had passed since he sent the daners message, but the texts he had sent since then were getting angrier and angrier. When I called him back the next day, he called me a slut and hung up on me.