I have to admit to jumping straight to end of this thread, reading the first and last pages. Because I went out on Saturday night and had a very similar experience, but my take on it was completely different.
I was in a pub to meet up with a bunch of mates as we were all going to a party together. It's a dive, this pub, but it's local. Definitely not the sort of place where punters dress up.
We were sitting, thinking about leaving, when there was a sudden mass influx of about 30 people in total. Seems it was someone's birthday and they'd all arrived together. The whole lot arrived in about 15 minutes. God only knows how they synchronised that.
I guess 6 or so were young women. And they looked astounding! Their heels were astonishingly high, and their hair was a mix of Amy Winehouse, Cheryl Cole and a young Brigitte Bardot. Their clothes were tiny and skintight. Their make up was extensive, perfect and very heavy. The main effect in the context of where we all were was that they were massively overdressed. They couldn't have been more unsuitably dressed for this downmarket little boozer if they'd turned up in ballgowns. Over the top just doesn't cover it.
I said to my friend "Let's work out an amateur sociology theory about these girls" and we watched them, which was easy, as they made a point of ignoring us. The older women and men and the lads weren't done up in any noticeable way. In fact some of them were pretty scruffy. None of them was even vaguely as stylish as the young women.
We decided that it was all about competition. None of the girls seemed to give two hoots what the boys were thinking. They didn't seem to interact with the boys, or the older men. We decided they cared only about each other. I think it must be a product of magazines like Closer and reality TV stuff, like the Only Way is Essex. I mean the idea that women should look like this.
The girls did everything together, going to the loo, using the juke box. They were very unfriendly to the women in our little group. Stared right through us with hard eyes from the moment they walked in. It seemed that to them other women were rivals, with the whole dressing up business about some female pecking order. It was astonishing, and rather horrifying, particularly the hostility. My male friend said it was just like peacocks, only in reverse.
I know quite a few young women because I have teenage sons, and none of them go in for this sort of display. I think it's a particular subculture, like goths, etc. Dunno if there's a name for it, but it's quite disconcerting.