… especially in a female.

 

This post is the end result of planning a Ladies at Lunchtime which I mooted to be three young ladies in a youtube, three sisters. That was because I had no pictures for L@L at that point.

Naturally, half a dozen flooded in after that:

… of good quality, so what to do? Well, the cunning plan now is to run them next Monday and the following Friday, as we used to … and today … to run this youtube now on knitting, thereby covering Isilme at the same time (knitting, not crochet) … plus the L@L after noon being the three sisters, plus this lady now … for other reasons too, not only Isilme.

One of those reasons concerns ads or lack of, another is to do with the nice knits themselves, another is to talk about the whole world of knitting itself … dangerous for a male to venture into … and the reason I really want to look at … pitch and cadence, manner.

All right … the world of knitting itself … no sooner did I switch to knit-vlogs from crochet than I was flooded by knit-vids, each over an hour long … aaaggghhh!!! This thing’s like Andy’s bowls (as in bowling balls of the bias type, on greens) … quite a vicious game, violent, with great intricacy in every aspect, from yarns to needles to tricks of the game … fascinating, plus lovely lasses.

And the thing which hit me like the proverbial smackeroo blurby was … er … pitch and cadence. When a female feels she has to Present something in a Formal way, her pitch rises … that is, it becomes strained in her upper register, she becomes shrill … or shrill-er, … it’s really not a pleasure to listen to.

But when she’s happy in her topic, the pitch drops to lower register, the cadence kicks in, she becomes a dream to listen to and watch. Unfortunately, when she starts nattering … not chattering nor pattering … nattering is nicer, it suggests good vibes … well, confession here … the man tunes out of the actual words she’s saying and just hears the voice, the tone, the … cadence … and it can put him to sleep.

And I need sleep at certain times during day and night … you catching my drift yet? Not musical instruments as such … but her. This is the whole thing with both women and men … at a certain pitch, with a certain harshness and stridency, we just want out of there aqap, escape … but when both sexes drop into a lilting pitch and cadence, we can’t get enough.

This is precisely what Jason Bourne said to Marie … don’t stop.

He was not dropping compliments as a player … he was serious … her voice cut straight to his soul, his brain, she had this way to disarm a man. Or a baby … mum’s face, plus gestures, plus voice … they soothe. And I need that too.

Now there are two views of this over-an-hour-long lady … disorganised, boring, you can only stand so much and that’s it … or perhaps she’s mesmerising … a bit like listening to a later Paul Temple radio play … difference being … she is restful. Real cream tea material.