You know, as I look through the list of books coming out at Amazon, I find myself snickering over the female urban fantasy "tough chick".
1. Long flowing hair - nothing better to grab in a fight than untamed hair. Here, Mr. Demon/Succubus/Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man! Let me give you a handle by which to yank me around and snap my neck! Of course, if it's tied back, then said heroine can't be pictured in her moonlit alley with hair gently wafting in a nonexistent breeze (which always makes me think of a wind machine just off to the side and a director yelling, "Sparkle!").
2. Speaking of moonlight, do none of these people hold down regular jobs? They work for so many shadowy, underground paranormal agencies that I'm starting to think they should unionize. Either that or they are the "go it alone" types until they meet the really hot demon/half-demon/had a bad date with a wereturtle they're supposed to kill/maim/bring in for a bounty/give fashion tips to. Suddenly, it's much less hunting and a lot more boinking.
2a. And alleys? Seriously. You know how bad those things smell and what they're used for? Well, in your world, they're apparently used for posing hip-shot with your breasts trying desperately to escape your flimsy tank top (or the ever popular "look over the shoulder" pose) versus peeing, shooting up, trash disposal, etc.
3. The tramp stamp. Siddhartha on a hippo, the tramp stamps. First, thanks for the totally unwanted pictures of y'all's backsides with the waist of your jeans riding low enough to give me way more information than I will ever need, but seriously? You guys can't come up with anything more than a vaguely Celtic-y or Native American-ish tramp stamp to provide some "authenticity" and "individuality"? I'm starting to think any application to become a UFTC either has a place to describe your tramp stamp or you have to sign a form stating you will get one within your first six months of employment as a UFTC.
4. The clothes. Why must UFTC's dress like they just got hired at Hooters? More accurately, the Amish Hooters - long pants required. Let's see, you're fighting demons, ghosts, and other paranormal things - many of which are armed. So, when choosing an outfit, let's got for something that shows miles of skin and provides basically no protection to boot - I've got it! A tank top and a flimsy pair of "leather" pants. To finish off the outfit, we'll put on some boots with stiletto heels because nothin' says I can run like the wind like a five-inch boot heel that is as big around as a toothpick. If they don't die from falling and breaking their flipping necks, do the UFTC's have a health plan that includes bunion surgery? And with the tight pants, please tell me you get coupons for Monistat.
5. The ridiculous big swords or guns they hold behind their backs in the "look over my shoulder" pose. Number one, unless you are Immortal, there is NO WAY you are going to be able to hide that sword anywhere that is not going to cause (a) a wardrobe malfunction, (b) serious injury or (c) some of both. Besides, WE KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SUBSTITUTES FOR. Same for the guns, sister.
6. Please stop bemoaning that you will never fit in with the rest of the world. You chose this gig. No, saying you were somehow chosen by a higher power/your Chinese fortune cookie/a prophecy/family lineage doesn't work. You picked this gig. Stop whining.
7. Yes, yes, we know. He's a bad boy. You're so conflicted. Should you trust him? Oh, who cares? Just screw him silly and then act like a thirteen-year-old girl who needs a Valium the size of a pudding pop the next time he does something you don't agree with. Rage against The Man about how he doesn't treat you as an equal in your dangerous world of demon hunting/ghost chasing/ballroom dance. Pout and write in your diary when he does something that makes you think he's "gone bad" again. But for God's sake, never apologize when you find out you're wrong and his motivations were all good. *He* had nothing to do with it. It was all down to your magic hoo-hoo.
7a. And if you're really that untrusting, perhaps a bit of counseling. Or maybe date a nice accountant.