New York Women

[Editor Advisory: The writer today is commenting on women, a subject which appears to be offensive to some of his churchy friends. For those gentle readers requiring parental guidance, such guidance is advised.]


NEW YORK, NY – Feb. 19, 2010 – I love New York Women. They are among the factors which set New York City apart. And they are among the things which drew me to la Grande Pomme.

You could even make a case for evaluating a city by its women. Certainly Barcelona women had a certain look: hooded eyes when you saw them on the streets, demanding behind closed doors.

And French women, well fuggedabout it! They’re distinctively, how shall I put it? French!

Russian women I can spot 50 meters away. Don’t ask me how I do it. I can just tell. A couple of months ago down on Wall Street, I spotted a woman standing on the corner and said “Hello” in Russian. And she responded.

But New York Women. Well, if you ever knew my late wife Lois, she was the epitome of New York Women. Kind and loving but as intense as a 100,000 volt power line. She born in New Jersey but that was only an accident of birth. Clearly she was a New York Woman.

Women with that kind of moxie, I think they could part the sea. Perhaps it was an oversight in Moses’ Red Sea incident that there was actually a New York Woman at his side who was the éminence grise.

The MTA buses give a perfect vantage point for women-watching. Along the very back of the bus sits a row of 6 seats, all raised about 6 inches higher than the rest. And there’s a huge window affording a close-up view of women on the sidewalk. They walk along in the morning, their brows furrowed, looking neither right nor left, their attention focused like a laser beam. (Actually their intention focused like a laser beam.) They are on their way to, well, I can’t tell. But whatever it is, it must be important.

And you can bet your bippy they’ll get there!

None of this description is to diminish their femininity. That’s very clearly there. And once you get to know one of these laser-beam-focused women, they can be quite kind.

But I will say this about New York women – and I’ve married three of them – they’re great to partner up with. You want to go someplace? Or do something? Once you’re in alignment, walls fall down, rocks split, seas part.

Just don‘t trifle with them!

Copyright 2010 James C. Lewis