:: golf clap ::
Ah, I see my phrasing has been bad. They anticipate one of their friends getting her man, IOW, “David has broken up with Bryanna, now Natasha can swoop in like we planned! (Happy) Squeeeee!!!”
Dave Barry in “Dave Barry Does Japan” tells of his wife being very disapproving of the obsequious high-pitched tone used by customer service women in Japan. It seems to be expected that there will be an exaggerated feminine-servant attitude. I suspect it’s in the unwritten job description.
I barely recognize myself as I was at seventeen. The guy I was dating at the time, that I was soooo in love with? I’d have laughed in his face if I met him today, instead of putting up with his bull$h!t for so long.
Have faith, OP. Some - but not all - of your squealing girls will eventually, at long last, grow up into mature and self-possessed women. (Green-thumb analogy: most seedlings don’t look at all like the plant they’ll grow up to be. Every spring, I have to have faith that the weird-looking, inch-tall sprouts will eventually grow into ten-foot-long moonflower and cucumber vines. Every summer, most of them do.)
I’m sure it’s nothing like high school, but I’m in my mid twenties, and I’ve noticed that girls my age still “squeal.” It happens frequently when they are startled or surprised. Or upon hearing from a friend about an engagement, for example.
The thought of guys acting the same way amuses me.
Imagine in a bar:
“Hey Dave, Jane agreed to marry me.”
“RAAAAWWWWHGGGGGHH!!! (That’s a deep, manly scream)! Great!”
I’m guessing conversations would momentarily stop and people would wonder what was wrong with the crazy guy. A giddy scream from a table of girls wouldn’t draw any attention.
I was too busy being shy to squeal. And when I wasn’t being shy I was being sardonic. Real stick in the mud as a teenager.
Now I will squeal for puppies and kittens, but deliberately.
This just made me laugh so hard I almost cried. Now the woman in the cube across the way won’t stop staring at me.
The 15 year old girls that I coach squeal quite a bit. But I can’t tell if it is an affectation or not. Sometimes it just seems that the only way for them to to be heard over the cacophony is to talk louder and with a higher-pitch. And women’s voices do change, don’t they? Not quite as dramatically as with boys, but it does happen.
As for myself… I was the rambunctiously squealy teenage girl until sophmore year. I was happy-go-lucky, pretty, popular, athletic, friends with everyone and anyone, etc. Then my best friend (and a few other soccer teammates) decided to play a prank on me.
They put flowers in my locker and sent me cryptic notes from a secret admirer. They made the notes hint that the secret admirer was a lacrosse player that I had a HUGE crush on. This went on for about two weeks, building gradually but steadily.
I never noticed, but people in the school were sniggering at me when I got dressed up for class or put on makeup (not something i did often). Some of my friends tried to tell me in a round-about way that, maybe this admirer was a girl, or a joke. But I was absolutely convinced! My crush had a crush on me. And why shouldn’t he!
The last note I got from my admirer said, “I want you.” And on Friday, in chemistry class, my crush mouthed, “I want you,” to me across the table. Then he started laughing hysterically. Then everyone at the table started laughing hysterically. Finally my MOM told me that it was all a big joke, perpetrated by my best friend. (Mom worked at my high school).
At that moment I was crushed. My faith in the general goodness of people, particularly those who call themselves friends, was dashed on the rocks. I realized just how shitty people can be. I quietly and humbly laughed along.
But after that day, I was not so squealy and rambunctious. I didn’t laugh as much. I focused on school and soccer. I stopped putting trust in people, and stopped being vulnerable. To this day I am the friend that can tell you a million things about all of my 40 close friends, their families, their families pets, etc… but they know very little about me. I still don’t put myself out there.
Incidentally, I am still best friends with my prankster. We were eachother’s maids-of-honor, etc… I don’t resent her in any way. She taught me a good lesson about life. Although I think I might have been more fun at 15 then I am at 32.
Wow… it kind of sucked reliving that as I typed. :mad:
I’m thinking of the beer commercial where a bunch of women are screaming and squealing over a huge closet of shoes. Then they’re drowned out by the screaming and squealing next door of a bunch of guys in a similar walk-in cooler of beer.
That’s quite a story, llcoolbj. I wouldn’t have remained friends with someone who did that; I have a great sense of humour, but it doesn’t extend to practical jokes that make someone feel bad.
I was never squealy, and I doubt I ever will be. I’m not shouty, either. I’ve never understood the appeal of squealing, so I can’t tell you much about it.
Men do scream! I hate eating in restaurants that have a TV showing sports because when I least expect it, some guy will jump up hollering and scare the crap out of me.
Also, if squealing at kitties is wrong, I don’t wanna be right. 
I’m impressed. As you describe it, it seems like one of the rottenest pranks ever.
If anyone did that to my daughter I would devote the rest of my life to seeing that each and every one of the bastards/bitches gets kneecapped on what would otherwise have been the happiest day of his/her life. It makes me furious and scared to know what kind of world and what kind of people are out there as my little girl’s growing up.
Well, that sounds even less like my teenage self. I would have been able to muster up an “Uh huh”, but that’s about it.
I actually have more (although still not a whole lot) interest in other people’s romantic drama as an adult, probably because I take adult romances more seriously. Even as a teenager I didn’t consider teen romances very important.
First, do ya suppose that the breastal area often stays warm because that’s where the heart is, a somewhat hard-working blood-intensive muscle?
I almost envy those girls their squealy joy. I’m kinda old and I haven’t had anything to squeal about for a really long time…they have girlfriends getting other girls’ boyfriends and lots to squeal about when it comes to doing the deed and making the cheerleading squad. Soon enough they will have girlfriends getting breast cancer and divorced and stuck with husbands who could benefit from Viagra but are too proud to go there.
They must seem very annoying and somewhat moronic, but let them have their fun.
Noise is simply the constant companion of a teacher. That and the crud some kid picked up on Hajj and is now spreading like the Black Death through the entire school. If you want a quiet job, you do not want to be a teacher.
I’m not sure how, I just kinda did. Going to college, paying bills, looking for love and not just a lover will do those things to a woman. When you have to worry about how you’re going to pay your rent, worrying about nabbing that totally cute guy who is like soooo fine isn’t as big of a deal.
Yeah, that’s the one I was thinking of in Post #29.
Tell me your tale of moving from a sqealing teen to a mature woman
I shagged her mother