Curious, isn’t it, the phrases we use for “fucking cold weather?” “Colder than a witch’s tit, colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey” – I hear those three regularly in my neck of the woods (which happens to be southeastern/south central Wisconsin, for those keeping track of such things).
I’ve been poking around for the source of the witch connection. Sadly, I have to report there isn’t much of one. Aside from the “witch marks” that were supposedly assumed to be (how’s that for vague?) cold and numb, searched for during the days of Matthew Hopkins, what’s so cold about a witch’s tit, really? Jonathon Green in the Chambers Slang Dictionary (2008) dates “colder than a witch’s tit” (also “titty”) to the 1930s. Related phrases in that same entry, about “weather, very cold,” are “colder than a nun’s snatch” (1950s) and “colder than a welldigger’s butt” (the same). Those last two are cited as US in origin. (I wonder what US speakers have against nuns that UK speakers don’t?)
Regarding that “witch’s tit/teat” phrase, Bruce Kahl (“Origin of ‘colder than a witches tit‘”) explains that it’s ultimately “just a vivid metaphor, like ‘hotter than the hinges of hell.’” He does explain the process of hunting for witch marks, though. The problem with trying to connect cold weather to witches’ tits is that, well, there’s no real connection to be found. There are a few hundred years between poking people with bodkins to find witch marks and the first citation for the use of the phrase to mean “It’s fucking cold outside.” That is 1932, according to Barry Popik, in F. van Mason’s Spider House. Popik also cites “cold as a witch’s kiss” from 1918, in “The Confessions of a German Deserter,” page 9, column 4, of the Rockford (IL) Register-Gazette. That use refers to “the inside of a cloud” rather than weather in general, though.
There are variations on the theme that add “brass” to the mix, like “colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra” or “colder than a brass witch’s tit” (that one’s from Twitter user @QueenKika). Then there are the ones that aren’t about witches, tits, or brass at all: In addition to the already noted welldigger’s ass and nun’s snatch, we have “colder’n a clam’s cunt” (attested to by James Harbeck, who heard it from an acquaintance of his in Alberta) and “butt-ass cold” from Twitter user @ecormany (who happens to be another contributor here). I rather like the repetition in that one, personally. Not just butt, not just ass, but butt-ass. The exact tweet is: “I’ve said ‘butt-ass cold’ way too many times in the past couple weeks.”
And that brings me back to brass (well, if I add an R and take out the UTT and the hyphen), as in “brass monkey,” as in “cold enough to freeze the balls off of a.” I went first to Snopes to see what they said. In a nutshell (nuts, balls, yeah whatever Karen, get on with it), “No one really knows . . . but the explanation offered here is not the answer.” So it’s definitely not anything to do with cannonballs on sailing ships.
Michael Quinion of World Wide Words suggests that the phrase has to do with souvenirs from China and Japan, in the forms of monkeys, usually cast in brass. We know them as “the three wise monkeys,” with the accompanying saying “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” While “three wise monkeys” is comparatively recent, the image itself goes back much farther. Notably, the weather-related phrase originated with the sense of heat, not cold. Quinion cites Melville’s Omoo, from 1850: “It was ‘ot enough to melt the nose h’off a brass monkey.” Furthermore, brass monkeys were associated with more than mere weather. Again from Quinion, we see a 1913 usage “talk the tail off a brass monkey” (Kate Douglas Wiggin, The Story of Waitstill Baxter) and another from 1919, of someone who “has the gall of a brass monkey” (Talbot Mundy’s The Ivory Trail).
I just checked the weather forecast for here. The predicted highs are all above 0F, which is a delightful change. I don’t see any active wind chill advisories or warnings, either. We could see 37F on Tuesday. Definitely not cold as a witch’s tit, with or without that brass bra. (And the monkey can keep his balls, as they’ll neither freeze nor melt at that temperature.)
