A shrill whine
Now the gender fundamentalists are doing the “don’t you just hate women’s screechy voices???” thing. So progressive it makes me dizzy.
Oh no, she’s onto us! We’re shrill. We whine. We sound like a dentist’s drill – as in the My Fair Lady lyric: “I’d be equally as willing For a dentist to be drilling Than to ever let a woman in my life.” [“Than” should be “As” but never mind.]
Her mates all agree.
That last one is a real gem – converting her ugly misogynist malice into girlish niceness with “cosy” and “big skies” and “our souls.”
What a shower.
Voice envy a bit? The constant need to speak in a higher register to help keep your very words from betraying your sex must be irksome. Kinda undermines the lippy, frocks, and head tilt, don’t it? And all the misgendering over the phone! All this effort and artifice to be their “authentic” selves.
I am offended by the use of “screechy” as a pejorative.
It’s outrageous!