Whose Shoes Wednesday
Manolo asks, whose shoes?
Manolo says, unless you are perhaps living in the cave in the Hindu Kush, you will be aware that one of the better trends of this season is the maxi-dress.
Here is the single shoulder, beautifully draped, Theo Maxi-Dress from Joie that will have you looking like the Pallas Athena!
And, for the shoes, pay no attention to what the model is wearing, you, of the course, will require sandals of great simplicity and unusual beauty.
Sandals such as the Blaze from Elizabeth and James, which have imbibed the spirit of classical antiquity, and yet suggest not the placid classicism of Attica, but the energetic rusticity of Macedonia. And thus not peaceable Pallas Athena, but Athena Nike, resting confidently at the head of Phillip’s horsemen.
Manolo says, blogospheric controversy makes the Manolo sad. Emilio Pucci makes the Manolo happy!
Beautiful Emilio Pucci sandals selling for nearly 50% off of the usual price makes the Manolo ecstatic!
Manolo says, people who do not give credit were credit is due.
The Manolo has just noticed the following post at Jezebel: How to Accept a Compliment.
Kate Harding points out a skill that often escapes even the most accomplished women: accepting compliments without self-deprecation. So how to acknowledge your awesomeness without being an ass?
Naturally, the Manolo’s interest was piqued by this post and the link to Kate Harding’s site, for the Manolo knows that his own Miss Plumcake covered this very topic early last week, with her post, Five Great Lessons from Finishing School: Pt 2 Merci Mercy Me (ugh).
For some reason we are just not taught how to respond graciously to a compliment.
It
drives
me
INSANE.
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve told a girlfriend she looked fantastic only to have her automatically touch her hair or make a face and respond “No, I look awful.”
It takes all my generations of breeding and counting to ten not to snatch her bald and say “Listen, I’ve got better taste than you do. I’ve ALWAYS had better taste than you do, so when I say you look nice, shut up and say ‘thank you’ because people pay me a LOT of money for my approval and it doesn’t come easily.”
And while I understand women are conditioned to deflect any compliment because GOD FORBID a woman think highly of herself (or worse, actually be BETTER than someone else) denying a honestly-paid compliment is one thing and one thing only:
Rude.
Okay two things: rude and stupid.
Wait, three: rude and stupid and annoying.
When you fail to accept a compliment graciously, it’s an insult to the person who paid it.
And yet, nowhere was our brilliant Miss Plumcake mentioned by either the Jezebel people (excusable as they are not part of the so-called Fatosphere) or by Kate Harding (not excusable, for she is supposedly the great champion of the Fatosphere).
Common courtesy and blogger etiquette of long-standing says we must always acknowledge our debts to other bloggers. Thus, it is ironic, is it not, that the blogger blogging about etiquette would so egregiously ignore it?
Update 4/28/10: Kate Harding has explained the circumstances to the satisfaction of the Manolo, followed by apologies from all parties involved, and the return of mutual comity.
Manolo says, Miss Plumcake taking ABC television to task for refusing to run the sexy, plus-sized Lane Bryant advertisement.
Manolo says, one of these things is not like the others.
P.S. These photos were taken on consecutive days last week.
Manolo says, here are the few links which may perhaps amuse…
And you thought New Coke was the worst marketing mistake ever made by the Coca-Cola company.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk working away on that giant, big, crucial, important project, the completion of which will allow you to immediately begin work on the next giant, big, crucial important project. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Now there is the phrase of pure genius. Indeed, whoever invented it changed the very course of haircare history.
And then, while you are thinking this important thought, the ancient memory leaps unbidden into your brain, the ancient memory involving the following bit of BASIC code:
10 LATHER
20 RINSE
30 GOTO 10
Which you immediately recognize as the example of the infinite loop your first computer science professor wrote on the board on the first day of class, lo many of these years ago.
You remember it because the girl who sat behind you whispered, “In his case this is purely theoretical,” which made you snicker because it was true. Professor Whathisname had the long stringy hair that needed the good scrubbing and styling, and perhaps the weekly blowout, because even though his hair looked dirty it was underneath sound in structure and form.
But never mind that, what is important about this memory, of the course, is that this funny girl who sat behind you turned out to be one of your all-time best friends, the person you still talk every week, even though she now lives on the other side of the country.
And now you are all cheered you up!
Look! Flowery shoes!
Super fantastic Rosette Sandals from Max Kibardin. Happy fun shoes for happy fun times!
Manolo says, the Manolo has just joined the Lin Yu Chun Fan Club, as part of his ongoing campaign to get the producers of Glee to cast Lin Yu Chun as the Foreign Exchange Student.
Manolo says, the Manolo has started the Facebook group dedicated to the proposition that the producers of Glee should cast Taiwanese singing sensation Lin Yu Chun as the Foreign Exchange Student.
Please be so kind as to consider joining this group, and suggesting to your friends that they should also join.
Together we can change the course of the musical television history!
Manolo says, what can the Manolo possibly say that would do full justice to the utter awesomeness of this?
All the Manolo can do now is renew his call to the producers of Glee to cast Lin Yu Chun as the recurring Foreign Exchange Student character.
Here is more evidence to support the Manolo’s belief…