A few days ago, we went to a cute, little beach on the Chesapeake Bay. The kids were frolicking in the water and the seagulls were squawking, and I settled in with a good book. Ah… this is what summer’s all about.
And then I hear them, as it’s impossible to not overhear them. They make sure of it. They’re dressed in barely-there bikinis, long hair, and covered in tats, walking along the beach, spouting the most vile, expletive-laden speech. Bitch, fuck, nigga please. Girlish laughter interchanged with discussions of who they’ve beat up lately.
I wouldn’t say that the majority of younger women act like that here, but I will say that they’re a large and growing — and very vocal and aggressive — minority. I see them at the mall and at the grocery store. I hear them on the walking paths at the park and sitting behind me in movie theaters. The media is full of them. I have one in my own family (or had, as I chased her out of the house last night and called the cops on her), and I’m still at a loss to explain how she got there, other than a general culture of permissiveness and attention-whoring that feeds into that disgusting behavior.
I live a thoroughly middle class life and I can’t get away from them. It’s an epidemic. At this point, Sodom and Gomorrah would be an upgrade. But don’t worry. These women aren’t suffering for a date and their children will grow up to be model citizens.
Enjoy the decline.