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People of either gender who are addicted to Instagram and House (or Deep House) music, though not necessarily at the same time.
A slang term for a person who's addiction to social media and house music reduces them to becoming "atmosphere models", "table leeches" or "promoter hoes".
They are usually around 16 - 24 years old, living at their parents home (or model houses if they're pretty and from out of town) and have below par cognitive responses and eyesight/hearing.
The combination of hard fomo and molly abuse means that they are normally also broke (never earning enough to get away) and living/eating at the mercy of Club Promoters who use them to earn their own income through club/private "sponsors". The party, music, drugs and or DJ obsessions eventually replacing any drive and/or cognitive ability to craft a meaningful career.
The Instagram aspect is the crucial appeal as most people (but especially models) are actively trying to increase the number of followers they have on their social media and "the sponsors" via the promoter will aid in providing beautiful or striking backdrops for their continued Instagram illusion.
In recent years the number of young girls who have been drugged and raped/pimped by people who they considered as their guardians (promoters or other models in the model house) has reached staggering numbers, with VICE, CNN and even MTV reporting on it.
Their reputations indelibly tarnished, often leads long bouts of deep depression.
At a restaurant
"She's kinda cute..."
"Are you kidding? She rolls with PJ (promoter)"
"Fuck, she's a Club Rat?"
All the girls are on their smart-phones without conversation
"Naw, she's one of those Insta-Club Rats."
A big ass rat that look like it’s fresh out the sewer penitentiary system.
Look at that fat ass slou rat running at us.
(1.) The act of bragging about something not at all worth bragging about. (2.) Someone who constantly brags or talks about things as if you should be jealous, when, in reality, you could really care less.
Walked into work with Lisa this morning. She was rats-assing about her weekend the whole way in.