Nothing quite like being a girl and letting out a loud and visceral noise.
I swear it must be truly therapeutic for a woman to let out the loudest noise possible with a friend. Perhaps the girlies in Midsommar were onto somethingā¦ In the simplest of terms: women told be quiet, so women make big noise instead.
Over the summer my friend and I were prancing around LES in the night and we started just screaming. And then laughing. Then screaming again. Not at each other, just into the night. It was glorious. This one random man screamed back and we looked at him and screamed. The exchange was not in terror or disgust or in any mocking just as if it was a normal evening greeting as if we just tipped our fedoras to one another. I loved it.
Nowadays another friend of mine and I scream at work all the time. We spend so much time together inside and outside of work sometimes we resort to communicating in a soundboard of, screams, grunts, laughs, songs, TikTok audios, flirts, sound effects, and various facial expressions.
We have transcended English, we now dabble in English but converse in a multiplicity of ways.
So letās rope it back to tradition. Enough talking. Letās just screech into the night and to each other as a nice form of release. An exhale. A form of meditation perhaps. Just like the cavemen and women who screeched before us.
