One of the habits of LAlien women is to constrict their throats at the ends of their sentences to croak out that vocal fry. I wish women would make an effort to speak normally instead of squeaking like a little girl, quacking like a sassy Karen, or croaking. There, that's my bitch for the day. I was born in So. Cal. It seems like things are the same down there, except even more so. A significant portion of the day is spent in traffic jams.