Posted at 5:00 AM Mar 02, 2009
By Jennifer Mathieu
It's been a while since somebody called me a dame. Actually, it's been about 32 years. My whole life and not one man has ever called me a dame. And that's sad, you know? Terms for women that were once common in old-timey, black-and-white films, in which dialogue was delivered a mile a minute and everybody smoked cigarettes (think The Philadelphia Story), are rarely used now. And while I certainly don't long for the days when some male executive could call his administrative assistant "his girl," as he played a game of grab-ass, I admit I have a fondness for the following terms for women.
This sounds like a sweet drink with ice cream. I mean, I get that it was supposed to reference a woman with loose morals, but a floozy sounds delicious (and maybe she was). "Could I have a floozy with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream, please?" Or it could be the name for an amusement park roller coaster. "Mommy, please, pleeeeeeease can't I go for another ride on the Floozy? It makes me feel so dizzy!"
To me, this sounds like a compliment. A broad takes no shit from any man. A broad lights her own cigarettes, has her own job, and likes dirty jokes. Where did this term come from, anyway? The broad side of a barn? A broad body? Dunno, but in my opinion, it should be taken as a sign of respect.
As in, "I was talking to some dame, and she gave me the runaround." Or, "That dame don't know her ass from her elbow." Or, "That's a pretty classy dame ya got there, Ernie." I get the fact that in the UK the term dame is used for women of royal status, but here in America it's a little different. To me a dame is like a broad only she cares a little more about color-coordination, and she always wants to touch up her lipstick in the bathroom.
Like, you're so cute you're someone's doll. I've tried to bring this one back in my own life, referring to coworkers and gal pals as "doll" when I call them up. I like to fantasize that James Dean will walk into the bar down the street from my house (my husband is conveniently on vacation), and he gives me a look, orders us drinks, lights my smoke (although I don't smoke), and tells me in a sweet/gruff voice, "How's tricks, doll?" Siiiiiigh. Gentlemen, take note: your use of "doll" in a friendly, sexy way is directly related to the rate of your action.
Okay, so I only saw this used in the Coen Brother's film Miller's Crossing (as in, "You're Leo's twist, right?"), but there's something about using the word twist for a woman that implies things she may or may not be able to do in the boudoir, if you get my meaning. I guess if you're very good, you can be Leo's twist and shout.