Glass ceiling in the office, age ceiling in clubs
Apparently there’s a age limit to having fun—at least according to St. James Power Station.
Too old, no complimentary drink. So, you have to work your sophisticated womanly charms to get some intoxicated guy to buy you your share. -_- Either that or stoop as low as you can—dress trashily. Look hot enough so that they will make a concession just for you.
Not femininely dressed or look like a butch? Sorry. Please don’t enter the club. So instructs some mean bouncer.
Not femininely dressed or look like a butch? Sorry. Please don’t enter the club. So instructs some mean bouncer.

Seriously. Man, it makes me feel like a DINOSAUR. A historic relic of some sort. Or a soon to be one.
How ageist and sexist. Stupid policy, I say. Trust Dennis Foo to sanction this ‘bright’ idea of his management staff.
How ageist and sexist. Stupid policy, I say. Trust Dennis Foo to sanction this ‘bright’ idea of his management staff.

Labels: Indignance
4 Comments:
Oh yeah, I heard about that lady who was denied entry to a club. It was St James? Not Zouk?
Haha... what does this tell you Ivy? U're not too far from that age... so u had better enjoy ur youth with some clubbing before you turn into a dinosaur :) HAHA...
I personally think its not a wise move...
First of all, they have offended women. And best of all, they have offended Older women. !
To Aileen: Dunno leh. No inclination to club. In fact, I think it's very boring.
Dancing should be done in a studio. And music shouldn't be blasted. And alcohol should be sipped in a classier environment. In all, clubbing's still not my cup of tea. So much for meeting a Lamborghini driver. ;-P Joking.
To Lani: You're spot on. What an imprudent move. Hope you're having a great time at your new workplace. =)
what an insult to the womenfolk. i hope that club closes shop soon! hmph!
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