In my early-mid twenties, my Saturday nights followed a familiar pattern. Perhaps yours did too. Every Saturday, a group of my closest female friends and I would gather in one of our bedrooms, sip poorly mixed drinks, don our glitziest dresses, and swap stories about the previous weekend’s antics; stories that were always met with raucous laughter. These girly nights were as much about bonding as they were about getting dressed up and having fun,...