Manolo the Columnist
Manolo says, the latest column of the Manolo it is now available for the downloading from the site of the Express of the Washington Post..
This week, the Manolo discusses the methods of rejuvination.
Dear Manolo,
I just woke up this morning and realized that I’m middle aged. Can you recommend something that will make me feel young again, without seeming too ridiculous?
Your devoted fan,
Margaret
Manolo says, the Manolo has only the two words…Kork-Ease!
Yes, now you are firmly in the age of the middle, with the teenaged kids and the mortgage, but put the Kork-Ease upon your feets and suddenly you are transported back to your youthful triumph as the unofficial “Disco Queen of Topeka, Kansas”, when you and the very hot Bob Beiderman tore up the dance floor with your original interpretation of the Hustle.
Oh how the Bob, he could shake his groove thing!
Yes, now he is the balding John Deere salesman with the pot belly and the Buick Riviera, but then he was the hottest young stud to ever put on the white polyester pants, the shiny black shirt and the gold chains. Why the hair on his chest, it was as thick and as luxuriant as the schanuzer pelt.
And you, yourself, you were beautiful and young and lithe, and the flip in the front of your hair it was the envy of all of the other the girls in the typing pool at the insurance company where you worked.
You lived for the night! And the shoes you wore they were the Kork-Ease!
June 2nd, 2006 at 8:29 am
“Why the hair on his chest, it was as thick and as luxuriant as the schanuzer pelt.”
Manolo, you are the genius.
June 2nd, 2006 at 8:31 am
My family wants to know why I am laughing. Manolo, I love ya!
June 2nd, 2006 at 9:58 am
I am laughing and crying…this is a little too accurate for comfort.
June 2nd, 2006 at 10:49 am
“Oh how the Bob, he could shake his groove thing!”
The whole piece was hilarious but this part started the uncontrollable giggling.
June 2nd, 2006 at 11:28 am
*sigh* - the 70’s were such fun.
June 2nd, 2006 at 12:03 pm
Manolo, you have once again made my day with your witty prose! May you always Keep on with the Truckin’!
June 2nd, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Love it! I am pretty sure that I had a pair of those in the 70’s
June 2nd, 2006 at 12:29 pm
Sweet Manolo,
Your influence has caused the Kork-Ease to sell out! There is only the size 9 and the size 10 available now! I say the “dang”!
June 2nd, 2006 at 12:47 pm
Beloved Manolo, Maestro of the Foot:
One of the good things about being middle-aged is that I have learned from my mistakes. I wore platform heels as a teenager. I fell off platform heels as a teenager. I had feet that looked like hooves as a teenager.
Now that I am no longer a teenager, I find that the shoes that make my feet feel young are the shoes that I was too foolish to wear when I was a teenager.
Surely Manolo would not recommend that I wear macramé ponchos?
June 2nd, 2006 at 1:25 pm
I definately had a version of those and they give you the long legs and a half. But I don’t think I would try that again.
June 2nd, 2006 at 1:45 pm
Oh yes! The desertwind well recalls the flashy windmill — good recovery! — she performed at the accepting of the diploma of the high in the heat of the bleachers out on the field.
June 2nd, 2006 at 1:50 pm
The desertwind must add:
Manolo, you are the genius
June 2nd, 2006 at 2:11 pm
oh, i love you manolo!
noone is as eloquent and evocative as you: “schnauzer pelt”!
ha! super fantastic you are indeed.
June 2nd, 2006 at 11:34 pm
I had them then and I have three pair now.
The Vachetta leather straps and suede covered wedge…ahhhh! Manolo, you must have been there too!
June 3rd, 2006 at 5:31 am
OMG, you know Bob????
The Kork-Ease, they are incomplete without the shirts of the Hang Ten.
June 4th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
Ahh…the nostalgia. Not about the Kork-Ease, but about the vaguely related Famolare. The very worn-at-sole Famolare which the Defense lawyer pulled from the box to show the Jury. Seems the fair maiden in the dock had, uhm… *fallen* off her round-soled Fams during the Suspected-DUI-Questioning by the local rozzers. Yeah, that’s it…please to ignore those empty cocktail glasses lurking in the background. So the boozing had *absolutely*nothing* to do with the falling down, see?
(Actually, this worked - the jury hung.)