I speak to a lot of women in my line of work and some are nice, some have their own elusive charm, some are downright horrible. However there is a woman above all women, and I include the 'Twiddle Blink' in this, that grates upon my soul.
The Soprano of all women, the High Pitched Warbler....
Do you know why?
Because it's fake! Fake! Fake! Fake!
I am not an expert in linguistics or anything , but in my very unscientific way I tested this theory on several breathy bimbos by saying,
'No sorry can't hear you? Speak up , sorry you want what....?'
Until each and everyone one drops their voice and talks to me in a reasonable timbre, or just gives up the ghost and pisses off.
Like the camp sissy 's', it is an affectation of what a woman should be.
Stop it ladies!
We are not breathy, we are not squeaky, we were not born with a constricted larynx. Speak properly and stop squealing.... it is annoying!
And NO I don't like Joe Pasquale either!!!!
