What is up with some of these Women?

Every generation has a name for the type I'm talking about -- hussy, bimbo, tart, and I believe the current one is skank.

The old folks would speculate that they had been raised by wolves, but if that were true, they would probably have more manners and a great deal more self-respect.

I was shocked to see so many of them at a public function I attended recently. Scads of them turned up, attracted, no doubt, by the opportunity to meet a wealth of men, if you get my meaning.

If I told you exactly where I was, then I couldn't tell you what I saw without possibly offending people who were not responsible for the company they keep. You'll just have to trust me that this was the real.

So, there I was, being swept along in this herd of heifers who had dressed themselves to attract attention of any and all kinds. I have never seen so many Women wearing white dresses and no underwear in my life -- and I have lived in Los Angeles.

And you knew I was going to bring up thongs, didn't you? Whose bright idea was that fashion statement? I'm told women wear them because they don't want obvious panty lines to spoil the line of their clothing. Better than naked, I guess. At least from a hygiene standpoint.

I saw one Woman obviously, and I mean obviously, wearing one under, yes, a white dress. It is summer, after all. On one hand, she had achieved the stated goal. There were no obvious panty lines. On the other hand, she shouldn't have been wearing a thong for the same reason I should never wear one -- too many dimples on all the wrong cheeks. Her butt looked like a bag of loosely wrapped cottage cheese.

But the prize winner, if there had been prizes, was the Woman who was either wearing one for the first time or wearing a new one. I surmised this because she walked like a child in search of a diaper change.

I probably should mention the Women teetering around in stilt-heeled shoes with flimsy straps, or the women wearing dresses with crotch-high splits and navel-deep cleavage.

A colleague suggested that what I saw was a reflection of the current fascination with the fictional ladies on the HBO series "Sex in the City." Perhaps that's why so many of the Women in attendance traveled in groups of three or four. Cute, in the soap opera world of television; but once you pass 25, two is a friendship, four is a desperate cry for attention.

Hey, I think the women of this era are generally more beautiful than ever before. What with all the nipping and tucking and silicone and collagen, many of them look darned near perfect. However, these particular Women had squeezed their hopes and dreams into dresses that made them look like tubes of cake frosting. Apparently there was little room in there for class or old-fashioned good taste, intelligence, charm or grace.

Basically, they got what they seemed to be looking for -- attention from men of all ages, sizes, shapes and colors, who drooled over them like knuckle-dragging savages scenting cooked meat.

You know, it would be funny if it weren't so sad. For decades women fought for respect, complaining that men treated women as objects. Now some Women objectify themselves. While these Women are thinking "boyfriend," the guys slavering over them are likely thinking "bait." You know, the well-dressed lure that gets attached to a hook, tossed into the water and jerked around for sport. The lure gets used and put aside, and the fish, once caught, is either good for a meal, stuffed and mounted as a trophy or hangs around until it begins to stink.

Contact staff writer Agnes Diggs at (760) 740-3511 or adiggs@nctimes.com.