It’s bloody cold and often wet by 11pm on a Saturday night in the eastern states at the moment.

Having walked down Rundle St, Adelaide and South Bank, Melbourne at this hour in the past couple of weeks, I have one burning question: “Why are all the pretty young girls freezing their bits off?”
Seriously, jackets seem to be very much out of style on four degree nights right now – and short, sleeveless, bare skin is in, both in and out of the pubs and clubs. It’s enough to make a past-it, pregnant, thirty-something like me feel slightly hypothermic.
Then again, perhaps the hip groovers of the night have alcohol, among other substances, to warm them up.
The other thing that’s not quite right about the picture is that the boys, are able to gad about in comfy sneakers, jeans, T-shirts (stripes seem to be especially in), and jackets.
Yep – check out the crowds gathered around the trendy night spots and you’ll find a massive discrepancy in dress codes.
For the girls “dressy” is in and the glamouous looks on offer include sequins (lots of them), floaty fabrics, ruffles, anything black and tight, strapless tops, legs and cleavage.
In other words: sexy items designed for a balmy 30C night.
Naturally they have to be matched with shoes that are on the incredibly high and uncomfortable side.
For the blokes, jeans and sneakers are fine. Of course, a few of the trendy night spots do require a shirt, but in those cases any old black number will do…no sequins necessary.
Perhaps I’m losing my memory, but I don’t recall having to be quite so glamourous or cold back in my days of dressing up for a big night on the town.
We post-grunge-era pubbers and clubbers of the mid 1990s were definitely able to wear jeans… preferably accessorised with a midriff-bearing top, undercut and platform shoes a la the Spice Girls.
Jackets weren’t a problem – in fact, in Adelaide’s indie club scene you weren’t cool unless you had an Adidas tracksuit top or anorak as fashioned by Damon from the band Blur.
At the very least, if you happened to be silly enough to venture out into a Saturday night club line-up without a jacket, some kindly bloke would take pity on you and offer you theirs.
I couldn’t see any signs of such chivalry in Melbourne or Adelaide this month.
Intrigued, I went to the trouble of asking a few of the girls in the line-ups for a few of the trendy night spots the obvious question: “Oh my heavens, aren’t you FREEZING???”
The answer was a resounding YES from the girls lined up outside Distill and Fumo Blu on Rundle St.
But then several of them said they’d actually gone numb, so it wasn’t a problem.
Others indicated the refreshments they’d consumed were keeping them warm.
One said she never brought a jacket out clubbing because “once you go inside there’s nowhere to leave it”.
And quite a few said that jackets just didn’t go with their outfits.
Oh, well. They did look glamorous. Fair enough if they were happy.
I just don’t see how they could possibly have been enjoying themselves.
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