I was on a train today and, as often happens, I was made to feel old. In fairness it is not so much an age thing more that I felt totally disconnected from the modern world.
A gaggle of young girls were responsible for this particular experience although I am not sure if gaggle is the correct term for the multiple. The girls started by discussing physical attributes of class mates which all seemed rather normal but then they demonstrated the age gap. The conversation turned into an expletive riddled biological assessment of the lads in their class.
I know that we were all children but once again I was astounded by the apparent desire of young girls to sound like navvies. I struggle to reconcile the effort made to look feminine with a similar effort to sound masculine and coarse. The conversation drifted into an attack on a girl who had put on weight as a result of birth control and herein lies the title. Despite a vocabulary that a drunken Irish man would be proud of not one of the 5 girls could bring themselves to use the word ‘period’.
It was more than that though they didn’t have a code word they genuinely couldn’t vocalise the event. How odd that the most feminine aspect of the conversation scared them mute. I think perhaps there should be a test before these people are aloud to purchase makeup, some sort of basic English language test. After all if you are prepared to spend money looking like a lady at least attempt to sound like one. If we stay as we are I fear a generation of lads that will use “trade description breach” as the reason for their divorce.