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5 “Cool Girl” Activities I Refuse To Spend Money On

One of the earliest things I remember reading and loving here on TFD is Chelsea’s essay “Don’t Be A Cool Girl.” This girl exists now in the realm of social media and is everything we’re somehow still told we should aspire to be: “a 20-something whom Google verified as indeed stunning, rich, French, and thin.”

But for me, a “cool girl” has always meant something slightly different (and perhaps more in line with the Gone Girl definition). I can think of countless “cool girls” I’ve envied over the years, who have collectively taken up far too much of my time and energy. I’ve written about the things I’ve wasted money on in order to impress dudes, and my envy of cool girls falls into the same category. They are not necessarily Instagram celebrities, or even aspiring ones, but they all have had one thing in common: an exceptional ability to always be “down” for whatever Cool Event is happening. They can always hang, can shift effortlessly back and forth between being a girls’ girl and “one of the guys,” can feel at home in literally any social setting. They drink whiskey, which for some reason has become accepted as a personality trait.

I’ve spent various parts of my life trying to be a cool girl, one who never says no to an invite and is up for anything, who is only enthusiastic in just the right way, never loud or unchill or taking up too much space. And it’s exhausting.

I’d be happy to say I’ve moved totally past this nagging desire to be a cool girl, and for the most part, I have. I have a boyfriend who would never expect me to try and be a kind of person I’m not (and who is just as willing to participate when I want to see a “girly” movie as I am to go to the occasional sporting event with him), and my favorite times to spend with friends are centered more on baked goods and television than on any sort of “scene.” But every once in a while, I see friends or friends-of-friends post photos of the amazing time they had at a sweaty music festival, and that old jealousy hits. Because wouldn’t my life be better if I just enjoyed the scene-y things that all the “cool” people my age seem to?

But lately (AKA in the past two or three years), I’ve been trying to guard my time a little more carefully, and I know myself well enough now to know that there are certain things that just aren’t worth my money. These are things that plenty of people love sincerely, and that’s great! But trying to make yourself like something because you think it’ll make you more appealing, or even because you think it’s something you just should like, isn’t good. Here are five things I’ve done to greater and lesser extents to try and be a cool girl but have since removed from my life, and I hope to never feel the need to spend money on them again.

1. Concerts where I know one song.

My two best friends (and former roommates!) in my city absolutely love going to concerts, and I used to feel incredibly left out when they went to them together without me. But I eventually realized they were doing me a favor. I delight in not being invited to things now, because it means I don’t have to say no. I used to say yes to every concert I was invited to, as long as I had a vague idea of whoever was performing. Concerts are supposed to be fun experiences, and I knew early on that I was supposed to spend my money on experiences, so how could I possibly turn down these Fun Experience Memories I’d clearly have for a lifetime? But I eventually realized that, if I don’t know a good handful of the songs, I find concerts incredibly boring. I no longer have an interest in standing in a sweaty room listening to someone singing words I can’t understand. If I’d ever been to a music festival, I bet I would include that on here, too.

2. Fancy whiskey- or gin-centric bars. 

I learned very quickly in college that, if you want to impress a dude at a party who asks you what you like drinking (while serving you lukewarm PBR), you just say whiskey. For some reason, a girl who preferred whiskey, could drink more than anyone else, and could also hold her liquor was someone aspirational. (There are literally entire songs about it.) But I am past the age when drinking is mostly a novelty, and I still don’t like whiskey, unless it’s heavily diluted by apple cider or eggnog. Those exclusive bars with a menu made up of hundreds of types of whiskeys (or whatever other liquor) and nothing else are my nightmare. You want me to sit here while you mock me for the very suggestion of ruining this “perfectly smooth” (spoiler alert: it’s not) alcohol with soda? No thanks! Yet I know I suggested going to one of these types of bars for a date more than once in my early Tinder days, just to impress whoever I was going out with. I’m not proud.

3. Bars that are also arcades. 

“Let’s go to the barcade!” they said. “It’ll be so fun!” they said. If “liking whiskey” is a notable personality trait, so is “liking video/arcade games.” So much so that, sometimes, it feels like I’m boring or missed a pivotal part of childhood for not liking them. But as much as I love carnivals and roller coasters and am happy to bowl every once in a while, I have no desire to spend time shooting at fake deer on a screen or watching other people shooting at fake deer a screen. I get to these places, use up my $5 in quarters on Ms. Pacman in the span of 20 minutes, then am bored for the rest of the evening because everyone else is busy playing arcade games and not talking to each other.

4. Q&As with male writers/movie directors I don’t care about.

When you move to a big city like New York and you don’t know anyone, one of the best ways to spend your time IMO is to go to cheap events where they likely serve food. I went to a whole bunch of readings with Notable Male Authors when I first moved here, hopeful that it would be a cool place to be seen in addition to just something to do. (I was an English major, so maybe my idea of “cool” here is skewed — but if you ever knew a literary bro, you know who I was trying to impress.) As it turned out, I never met anyone interesting at these events, nor do I even remember most of the speakers/panels I saw. Ditto with Q&As with experimental film directors and screenwriters; I’ve been to plenty of these because they are a dime a dozen in this city and feel like you’re experiencing “culture,” but they’re really not that interesting for me personally.

5. Paintball/laser tag/anything involving any type of shooting.

Growing up, I never *loved* sports, but I did like several other things that boys liked (my Girl Scout troop never went camping, so my dad let me tag along with him and my brother on the Boy Scouts’ trip). All of the boys I knew loved paintball so much, I figured there must be something about it. So I signed up for an optional paintball afternoon one summer when I was at camp. It was the low point of that entire season. I was sweltering under all the protective padding, which didn’t even do all that much protecting, as I got a gnarly bruise/cut on my lower back that didn’t go away for weeks. The worst part, though, was that as I was exiting the field with my paintball gun over my head to signal that I was hit and out of the game, some of the dudes kept shooting at me. I went into it thinking I’d be able to hit a bunch of dudes with paintballs and that the experience would feel like Tomb Raider, but that did not happen. Ditto for laser tag, minus the pain: it was one of those things people in high school, and even in college, always wanted to do as a group activity, but the few times I did it taught me that sneaking around in the dark wearing gear with a weird smell is not my idea of a good time. If shooting things is what’s going to make me fit in with a group of people, they’re probably not the people for me.

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All of these were things I attempted just to try and make myself more appealing to more people. The cool girls I knew (or knew of) didn’t seem to have to try to make people like them — they drew people in simply because of the way they were. I don’t know how one could possibly make themselves into this type of person, but I do know one thing: doing things you don’t like and putting tons of emotional effort into appearing effortless, in whatever way that means for you, isn’t healthy. And even if it’s not explicitly expensive, I know now that it’s not worth my money or my time. There may always be cool girls, but I’m not one of them — and I’m glad I no longer aspire to be.

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  • HL

    I promise I’m not trying to be rude or condescending with this question, but: how old are you?

    I ask this because, I’m now over the 30 hump (which, yes, I know, is still really young!), and I’ve noticed that with each passing year I seem to care less and less what others think and what/who is/isn’t “cool”. But this IS something I related to very well in my early-to-mid-20s, and I vividly remember having feelings like you describe. Honestly, they eventually fade away with time. The more enmeshed you become in adult life and responsibilities, the less you seem to care about stuff like this, if for no other reason than you don’t have the time/money/energy to do so.

    That’s not to say that people of every age can’t and don’t get wrapped up in Keeping Up With the Joneses or Instagram lifestyle influencer envy. But honestly I can’t remember the last time I looked around at the people I know and sized them up based on who is “cool”. I now tend to assess them based on whether we have a lot in common, whether we mesh well, and whether they are a nice person or totally insufferable to be around. If I lust after anything it’s that they are a faster runner than me or get amazing travel/experience opportunities that I can’t afford 🙂

    I guess I’m really trying to say, it gets better. Eventually the allure of mystical “coolness” will fade away, at least it has for me! Perhaps I also just tend to live a quieter lifestyle (in a quieter place) in general, and maybe that factors into my perception as well.

    Love the Gone Girl reference, btw. Nicely done!

    • Holly Trantham

      Lol no worries, you don’t sound rude to me 🙂 I just turned 26, and you’re right — I didn’t touch on it here, but that feeling definitely fades as I get older!

      • Rebecca Ann

        When you get to the 30 club, you won’t worry about stuff like this anymore! It’s so great!
        In the meantime, letting go of these things will do wonders for your mental-space. I used to feel so lame for staying in on a weekend when my friends went out and did something without me (that I wasn’t really interested in), but now I relish those nights!

  • alyjarrett

    I can relate to the last one, since my parents own a paintball field, and mentioning that to new people instantly makes me “cooler” in their eyes even though I never play! It’s a culture that my family is heavily involved in, but no amount of camaraderie with the team makes me wanna go out there and get lit up. I’m sorry those guys didn’t follow basic paintball rules—that’s especially rude. Good refs can make all the difference in making sure people have a fun time! But I’m a baby with a low pain tolerance, so I prefer to watch than take the shots myself lol

  • Lauren

    I happen to genuinely like whiskey and gin, but I am dying over the barcade comment. Multiple people in the last few months have tried to get me to go to a fucking barcade. There are a couple in Manhattan I guess. Did people our age (I’m 24) actually go to arcades as a kid? Was that still a thing in the early 2000s? I wouldn’t know because my mom never let me go anywhere. I need those quarters for laundry anyway.

  • Alexis

    Absolutely LOVED this article. My ultimate happy place is in my beautiful little home with my dog and my husband, both of whom I love madly. I make zero apologies for that, however easy it might be for others to call it ‘boring’. I get invitations to come out to ‘the hip bar’, to go on ‘the groovy boat – look, drinking ON A BOAT’ and to see ‘opera/ballet/linedancing IN THE PARK’ like it’s all such an amazing life-altering experience and I just chuckle silently while declining. Any street festival or event with ‘-fest’ attached to it – it’s all just crap someone else wants to take money off you for. What are you giving your money away for? I always ask myself this.

    I get that everyone is different but like any homebody, I’ve copped plenty of judgment and derision from ‘friends’ and acquaintance for my personal choices: whether they call me ‘tight’ or ‘boring’ or ‘in my shell’, it’s all to remind me that my choices are less valid in our high-spend/high-waste/high-nonsense culture. There is very little room on social media for those of us who choose a carefully curated, well-maintained home over a fridge with a half-empty bottle of champagne in it because you’re never home and don’t cook. But in an almost cruel way, I don’t mind – people putting their foolishness on high-def display is in its own way kind of fascinating. When I see the spontaneous two week trip to some resort or the third night out to dinner in a week, I’m not envious but I wonder who’s watering their plants? What does their laundry basket look like? When is the last time they changed their bedsheets? Is someone collecting their mail? And how’s that bank balance looking? Because having no savings sucks balls.

    As to accusations of unsociability or insularity, I cheerfully say “bugger off”. I catch up with friends on a walk or at an intimate home-cooked meal, one on one where we can have an actual conversation. I go to galleries to see the exhibits I want to, not that some blogger has said is “totes amazeballs” and I usually go by myself. I go to the theatre with my mother or my sister. That’s it. Art and culture are intense and personal experiences – they’re not really side plates to social posing.

  • Summer

    Yes to all of this, minus the whiskey (especially bourbon) and gin thing because those are my favorite spirits, but I truly do not like concerts, arcades, paintball, or laser tag. I’m really not big on “active” hangouts in the first place, unless it’s something like a planned hike or a walk around the city. I can get on board with the occasional bowling excursion, but mostly, if I’m going to hang out with people I’d rather we just take it easy over drinks and a meal. I don’t need board games or video games or someone darting to and from their computer to play “hilarious” youtube videos for everyone’s entertainment, let’s just, idk, talk about stuff?

    Also, can I submit beer pong and bar-hopping for addition to this list? Beer pong is literally the worst game ever invented—sure, let me actively work for the privilege of drinking room-temperature, bottom shelf beer spiced with floor/table/finger debris—and bar-hopping is just exhausting. It’s not the walking from one place to another, it’s the debate on where to go next, the quest to find seats (or suitable standing room) upon arrival, to assess what the offerings are, to decide whether to close out right away or leave a tab open, etc etc etc. I’d rather just find a good spot early in the evening and sit on my prime-ass real estate all night.

    • Holly Trantham

      I *almost* included bar hopping in this but didn’t want to offend certain parties in my life who love it, lol.

      • Sarah Hendrica Bickerton

        Oh goodness yes, bar hopping I absolutely hate. It took me into my 30s to openly admit it, but I really don’t enjoy it. Just pick a place we like, go there, stay there, then leave to go home. Done. Admittedly, I’m an introvert, so the idea of extending out a social engagement indefinitely is just horrible, but still. But yeah, as I got older, the impetus to be ‘cool’ rather than ‘me’ got less & less, to the point where it is pretty much nonexistent now, which includes any wish to barhop 🙂

  • Ella

    Great article!

    When I was a cool girl wannabe drinking whiskey it
    was rye and it was served with coke or with gingerale. It was
    delicious, because sugar is delicious. And it definitely earned me some
    appreciative eyebrow raises from the plaid clad guys I was after. Funny how the same concept has different applications in a prairie city vs. NYC 🙂

  • Amanda L.

    Ugh I am so with you on the “barcade” scenario. This is going to come off much older than I actually am, but they are SO loud. The games make noise, so the music has to be louder to be heard over the games, so everyone has to speak (yell) louder to be heard over the games and the music. Can’t stand it. I do genuinely enjoy straight whiskey and bourbon, but I still don’t go to the cool whiskey places. It’s fun once for the novelty, but otherwise nothing special, at least for me.

  • Brianna

    Interesting to see paintball / laser tag mentioned here. I’m from Texas, and those activities are seen as nerdy at best and as low-brow at worst but definitely, definitely not “cool.”