By Katy McLaughlin
‘Forget everything, regret nothing’ – for me, drinking culture is a student’s rite of passage. We have the same routine in our flat every time: we venture to the local Tesco for a bottle of Lambrini (classy, hits the spot), indulge in a light dinner to make space for alcohol and let the shower queue commence. Make-up brushes out and with the flick of a mascara wand, it’s time for prinks (pre-drinks by the way). A couple of hours later with the Lambrini fountain a-flowing, it’s time for the infamous selfies to showcase new playsuits and more often than not, percy the inflatable penis. However, recently, instead of gathering round phones to poke fun at potential Tinder lovers, we have been entertained by the latest craze – Neknominations.
The ‘Neknomination’ originated in Australia. The ritual pre-drinks for many, has been given a head-start with downing all manner of concoctions. The daring game reached the UK and has been continuously clogging news feeds for weeks. Within days it reached my circle of friends but thankfully remained amongst the biggest lads and I wasn’t nominated. Contestants efforts to be the biggest daredevil has the entertainment factor but with two lives claimed by it in the last week, the Neknomination is becoming less of a laughing matter.
This has forced us to question the controversial game and the extent of the damage it can cause. It can ruin a lot of things – employees research potential employers via their social network activity. Chances are, you’re not going to get your dream graduate job if the boss-man sees a Neknomination plastered on your homepage. Camp America recruited a number of workers last month who have now lost their summer abroad because they were caught out performing the craze by Camp Directors. Forget privacy settings – once it’s online, it’s there forever and anyone can post it anywhere.
On the subject of drinking culture, it seems that British young people have a carefree attitude when it comes to alcohol. The morning after many-a-pound drinks, I roll around in my onesie with the fear – head pounding. At the tender age of twenty-one I started getting hangovers and it’s like they punched me right in the face for all the years I went without them. Despite all this (and it’s the same for everyone), it never stops us hitting the bottle the following week. When you think about it, clubs are disgusting. Groups of ‘lads’, fist-pumping deliriously, crowds of people sweating profusely and couples winching left, right and centre – it’s all very romantic. Young people and alcohol go hand-in-hand but in perspective, it is damaging.
I love going out but sometimes I wish I didn’t – I’d be a lot richer and entirely regret-free. Neknominations have spurred on many thoughts regarding alcohol and maybe one of them should be knowing our limits – British young people have a talent for getting MWI, perhaps we should develop talents elsewhere and we’d all be in a better place.
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