Like the fellow once said, ain't that a kick in the head

Okay. Back in August, a would-be director sits outside of a movie theater in New York trying to talk pedestrians into buying his latest movie. He sees a group of seven women walking together (at 2 a.m.) and, finding at least some of them attractive, starts hitting on them.

Via Feministing:

If you take it from the Times, 28-year-old Dwayne Buckle merely said, “Hey, how’re you doing?” to one of the women, and then was attacked by the group and stabbed in the stomach with a steak knife.

But unlike the Times, which only talked to Buckle, the NY Daily News interviewed police and others who were at the scene. Turns out it the fight probably wasn't caused by a violent response to a "harmless" catcall, but by an anti-gay comment and threat. (The women were reportedly lesbians.)

"He called us [homophobic slur] and he said he was going to f- us all," one of the women said hours later as cops led the seven suspects out of the 6th Precinct stationhouse.
"He spit on us and threw a cigarette," another woman said.

Now, it seems apparent to me that this is a case both of a wannabe trying to get some publicity, and a boy not liking to tell people that he was beaten up by a bunch of girls.

But yesterday the New York Post ran an update item, as the trial of some of the women has just started. Buried nine paragraphs into the item is the information that

He then spat on them, threw a cigarette at them, and even grabbed one of them by the throat - which, like much of the melee, was caught on an IFC video security camera.

Emphasis in that quote mine. But then I suppose the Post had to run that fact nine paragraphs into the story, because earlier space was taken up with this headline:

ATTACK OF THE KILLER LESBIANS

And 'graphs like this:

"The girls started coming out of nowhere," Dwayne Buckle told a Manhattan jury yesterday, describing the bizarre beat-down he suffered last summer, allegedly at the hands of a seething sapphic septet from Newark, N.J.

Emphasis again mine.

"Seething sapphic septet."
"Seething sapphic septet."

I should think of five more lesbian characters to write so I could say I have a "seething sapphic septet."

(Annabel: He'll have to settle for a dynamic duo)

(Keitha: I knew you were gonna say that)

(Annabel: The dyke-namic duo?)

(Keitha: I'm outta here...)

(Colley: Annie, didn't I warn you about her and puns?)