When a group of gossipy old ladies gather around and talk about everything they know, from whose son is gay to who had their baby five months before they got married.
Mrs. Wilson and Ms. Pinkett always hold hen parties on Sundays, right after moring service.
When a random group of girls decides to get together. Not letting boys ruin their gongshow, and just basically girls being girls. You're with your fellow ladies, and don't have to worry about looking too hot or anything, boys are not present, and you basically just have the time of your life with your lady friends.
Finally just a Henparty, this way I won't go and get knocked up.
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”