I've previously documented Yankees' love of obscenity. What I haven't really delved into is a sociological phenomenon that continues to baffle my cornbread-fed sensibilities.
Women in New York curse worse than the men.
I don't have any hard a fast stats on this. And admittedly, hearing a young woman drop the f-bomb in about every fifth word of a conversation is so foreign to me that I may notice it more than when men do it. But the fact that they do it all is as disconcerting to me as a Justin Bieber concert in a nursing home.
High school girls here are the worst. They love cursing, and they love doing it walking down the streets and on the subway, because they know cowed New Yorkers will never call them on it. And in those situations, yes, I have counted that the f-to-regular-word ratios for girls is two to three times higher than for boys.
What's sadder is running into an extremely attractive professional woman, who clearly has her act together, and then suddenly engaging her in a conversation that would make a Merchant Marine blush.
It reminds me of an old Skip Carey story that may be apocryphal. Supposedly during an Atlanta Braves game, the camera was panning the crowd and stopped on an extremely comely and model-level blond woman smiling and watching the game. Since she was great eye candy, the director stayed on her a little too long, and suddenly she reached up and dug her index finger into her nose and went fishing.
After a long, long pause, as he tried to find something Skip Carey-ish to say, the Skipper finally and dryly intoned, "Well, she was almost perfect."
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