Sara doesn’t just dance. She also gets a good talk.
Sara does not have the best opinion of men. And King, the guy she is talking to, does nothing to help that opinion. In his defence, he owns up to it. He admits to not having a conscience and not feeling bad for the awful things he says.
This makes him a perfect target for Sara’s venting: About men drinking until they get mean, chewing tobacco, always having to be right, cheating and just doing dumb things because they should. She tells a story about a guy she knew, who got stuck in a ditch, which she knew, he would.
They agree that being a man is damn good these days.
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Natasha spent her youth in a country song. There wasn’t much respect in being a girl. There used to be, but now, girls weren’t good for anything other than looking good for the guys. They had to wear a bikini top and painted-on, cut-off jeans and walk around barefooted.
The guys didn’t even call the girls by their names. They simply called out ‘hey girl’, when they wanted them over to sit with them on their tailgate. The girls were really just supposed to climb up in the guys’ trucks, keep their mouths shut and ride along, whether they wanted to or not – and consider themselves lucky to get that.
Natasha and her friend weren’t going to take it anymore. They rejected any advances and announced their displeasure with the system publicly by mocking it.
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