Manolo the Columnist: From the Archives of the Manolo

Manolo says, the Manolo has had the family emergency this week, and so he is presenting to you this classic Express of the Washington Post column from more than two years ago. Please enjoy.

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!

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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!