Young women are drinking more and some are flirting more aggressively than ever before. Sharon Verghis goes in search of the New Lass.
A crowded hotel in Paddington, 10.30pm. A warm Friday evening edges slowly into night - and it's sexual endgame time for those on the hunt. Jodie, 20-something, perilously low hipsters and shoulders flaking with a fresh Bondi beach sunburn, has a man fixed in her crosshairs. Two men actually: backpacker types, English possibly, but better-groomed than the usual Pommy undertow that sweeps into this popular sports pub each weekend.
She is drunk, no, plastered - a truer description for that state of inebriation so profound that even a slight shift of a hip does strange things to the centre of gravity. No matter - tonight, everyone here is liquored up and loud. She makes her move, casting the same verbal hook heard all up and down the long front bar, "Can I get you a drink?" They accept, she smiles, pouts, flicks her tongue delicately over her lips, unaware that her prey are exchanging confused looks. Which one of them is being hit on?
Sydney Women on the Prowl - continued
01-07-2003
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