Skanks Of New York

Whither our city’s slatterns, those squalid young things whose refusal to conform to proper notions of grooming and decorum somehow prove impossibly seductive to men who should know better than to be trapped by the promise of filthy, unbridled sexuality? Will they ever learn to dress better and take a shower and STOP FLAUNTING THEIR DIRTY DIRTY SEXBODIES? The Observer investigates.