Juicy, hot-red, and voluptuous

My father-in-law who’s 94 grew up in the 20s when women were “dames,” “dolls,” “shebas,” and “molls.” He’s been known to call me and my sainted mother-in-law “tomatoes.” Since he grew up in the Bronx, the exchange went something like this: “You damatas are makin’ too much noise.” As insults go, I’ll take it. This time of year, we’re all particularly alluring.