If you're going to generalize about women you'll find yourself up to here in exceptions.
Jealousy had a taste all right. A bitter and tongue-stinging flavor like a peach pit.
Down through the years certain fads of slang had come and gone and their vestiges could be found in Janie's and Mabel's conversation like mastodon bones in a swamp.
I gave up being a conventional person a long time ago. Things have been so much more exciting since I did.