When someone describes me as ladylike, I am always deeply offended

A few years ago, unable to get a taxi after a concert at the O2 arena in Dublin, my friends and I decided to walk back into town. 

It was a slow process due to the hoards of other concert-goers who had also failed to hail a taxi and I could hear the two young women ahead of me having a frantic conversation.

“I’m bursting,” one told the other, dancing anxiously from one leg to the other, “I can’t hold it any longer.”