Manolo says, it is no secret that the Manolo likes to make the gentle fun of the celebrities, but sometimes the Manolo feels that we must restrain ourselves.

Such is the case with the Brittney Spears, whom the Manolo no longer has any desire to ridicule.

In the fact, the Manolo would like to say to others, please stop bothering this woman. There is nothing seriously wrong with the Britney Spears except that she is newly divorced and thus is the very angry young woman.

Yes, she has had the few wild months, but which of us, following the disastrous relationship, has not gone the little wild?

Her behavior is the typical behavior of the newly divorced young women, who wear the short skirts and go out with their wild and slatternly friends, and who act out in anger at the homes of their dopey, loser ex’s.

Yes, she drinks but she is not the real drunk. She does not need her meddling friends to “intervene” and put her into the “rehab”, where the professional killjoys and nanny-mommies will bombard her with the psychobabble until she truly longs for the sweet realease of the vodka bottle.

What the Britney Spears really needs is to eat the tub of ice cream, have the good cry, deface the photo of the Federline, and get back to work so that she may regain the self-confidence that is hers by right of talent.

Of the course, there is also great restorative power in shopping for the shoes.

So, let us now leave the Britney alone so that she may vent her anger and emerge on the other side the better and wiser person.

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo

I’m 5’11” and have always been told I am too tall to wear the high heels. Now, at 40 years of age, I am feeling confident about wearing them. Could you please tell me how high is too high a heel?

Katrina

Manolo says, this question about the tall shoes for the tall girls is one that the Manolo must answer at the least once every six months, for no matter how many times the Manolo says it is okay to wear the heels, the tall girls still write to ask the permission.

In this case, the Manolo gives the same advice to all of the super fantastic girls—tall, short, thin, stout. Stop slumping, stand erect, throw back the shoulders, and wear the heels. Nothing is more appealing than the good posture and the self-confidence.

If you are the tall girl in the heels, do not be afraid if many insecure men will now quail before your majestic Statue-of-Liberty-like beauty. Sooner or later you shall meet your heroic Colussus of Rhodes, one who will properly appreciate your fierce femininity. Together, you shall make beautiful clanging bronze music.

How high the heel? The Manolo answers, how high the moon?

Here is the Pout from the Charles David in the black patent leather with the three and the half inch heel, wear it!

Manolo says, like the baby seal.

Manolo says, is the Manolo the only person who remembers when being called the prostitute was not the good thing?

Manolo says, it is February and the Manolo is tired and sick of the winter, and so to hasten the arrival of the better weather he has decided to give you the early Prada Spring.

Ayyyyyy! The colors, they are so pretty!

Manolo says, Filled with enormous amounts of the high-grade testosterone, the glorious and manly Hasselhoff obviously does not look very much like the woman. Although, the Manolo will say, that the Hoff is nonetheless much the more convincing than this person.

P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend the Lisa for the link!

Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…

Reading…

Listening to…

Watching…

If there is the better gentleman thief than Arsene Lupin the Manolo does not know him.

Manolo says, someone has made the stereo shoes with the sub-woofer purse!

P.S. Thanks to the Manolo’s many internet friends who emailed him about this!

Manolo says, it is the President’s Day!

Celebrate by looking at the shoes named for the Presidents!

The Washington from Ecco

The Lincoln from Stuart Weitzman

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

I’ve bitten the bullet and left academia and gone back to my true love—baking. I am opening a small bakery and I need to some comfortable, yet stylish shoes that have non-slip soles, can bear being covered in butter and sugar, but would still look good when I help in the front.

Kay

The Manolo says, of the course, there are those who believe that one would be foolish to give up the golden perks of academia, such as the pleasures of frequently reading the papers in which the word “hermeneutics” appears twice in the first sentence, once juxtaposed next to the phrase “Gilligan’s Island”.

What? No more faculty meetings in which the professor of Marxist marketing comes to blows with the elderly Emily Bronte scholar over the matter of parking spaces?

Just cupcakes with sprinkles and beautiful pastel frosting, happy children buying the sweet treats, and giant tubs of chocolate fondant in the back room.

Here is the colorful and practical Minie from the Camper. Yes, it is the slightly goofy shoe, but it is also the joyful shoe, one that would give you much pleasure as you fulfill this noble dream.

Manolo says, hello boys, remember these?

Manolo says, yes, it is not quite the robin’s egg blue, but to the Manolo these patent leather peep-toes from the Marc Jacobs nonetheless augur the coming of the spring.