Well, actually, there’s more: there's also getting strangers to use you — without your consent — as a masturbatory aid on the dance floor, grinding their dicks against you because... well.... why ever-the-hell do they do it I'm not sure, but it certainly ain't for us.

I hate this about clubs. So much. Much as I hate to admit it, simply going to a club feels like authorizing, in advance, the inevitable dry-hump sexual assault(s).

And when women have to pony up cash for being assaulted? Even worse.