Girls are filthy!

We are.

Really.

We can out-do the fellas in filth, all day long.

I spent yestrday evening with 12 or so of my ilk, and we are wrong 'uns!

All innocent, no men, but pure filth coming from our usually demure lips.

Not only filth, but believe me men when I tell you, your wife's 3 best mates, at least, know all there is to know about certain bedroom business.

It's one of the double standards most girls will more than happily subscribe to; the divulging of 'information'. (This means you do not have the same right to divulge in the same manner to bestest chums. You'll die if you do, naturally, for we are laydees!)
We include ourselves in what information we give, and our friend's are fully aware of what quirky little minxes we can be, and in fact, this is the main body of the conversation really; what we think/do/feel about sex with our men.


Now at this stage I should point out that this is not restricted to utter filth, nor does the content have to be full-on and graphic. The 'divulger' (is this a word?) will stay in-keeping with their personality (prim, bawdy, clinical) when sharing the goods/dishing the dirt, and the activity itself knows no barriers of language or class. The knub of the matter amounts to the same;

We share 'information'!!

I'm sure it's a female genetic trait, as suggested on the boards the other day on the subject of women and their moaning, that it's a way in which we tap one another's resources for comparison and possible improvement in our own lives.

There are rules to all of this of course, in that we do not demonstrate the face you pull, or tell them of the way you recite the entire contents of the Magna Carta in the throes of passion.

That would be bad form indeed, and these are not the details we seek.

No, it's the more impersonal personal details that are shared, and for the sake of all my sister's, I shall not tell the men who will read this what kind of thing you can expect to be common knowledge about you!

It is not meant to harm or humiliate, (though it has to be said, that most of the conversation is accompanied by peels of raucous laughter, in my experience!) and is largely forgotten a minute later, and I can only think of one ocassion where a friend was being just a tad too revealing about her beloved for decency's sake. And she was duly told as much and continued no further.

It's just another way in which females bond and cope. Sharing and speaking are our two greatest needs.

Females say more. To each other, and much to your probable annoyance, you.

About you, in fact, at Ann Summers parties and wine-sodden get-togethers.