Agree to disagree. In my youth (18-22) when I was always in action (read: drinking, clubs, bars, women) our circle of male friends had a ... mirror-circle of girls - also friends. We called them "the blonde gallery" because those girls where all blondes ... one stupid like a bar stool, one with boobs to die for and a face like a accident, one obsessed with the whiteness of teeth, one very slutty we all had a tumble with and one with an iron liver. Lets just say you could not NOT drink to endure them. Designated driver was a poor fella, he had to endure them sober. Always wanted to go home midnight, afraid he might catch the stupid.