Manolo says, to all of his internet friends who are motherly,

Happy Mother’s Day!

May this day be filled with the flowers, the candies, the eggs benedicts in bed, and the joyous love of your children.

Manolo says, the two millionth visitor has just passed through the turnstiles at the Ayyyy!

Manolo says, today at Manolo for the Brides, our friend Christa Terry (a.k.a. Never teh Bride) is all about the wedding dress. While at the Manolo for the Beauty, Glinda discusses the Kate Middleton makeup.

Pizza Fit for the Future King!

Manolo says, what better way to honor this historic event?

P.S. As found by our friend, the always amusing Twistie.

Manolo shouts, Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

P.S. Found, photographed, and forwarded to the Manolo by the Legatrix, and for that the Manolo thanks her profusely.

P.S.S. Here is the description of the show.

N.B. The Manolo’s friend, The Legatrix, who always makes the Manolo laugh, offers us nothing but portents of doom.

The Manolo has been gently scaring us straight with his series of blog posts, The Death of Civilization. In that spirit, I offer you a variation on a theme.

You see, I have a theory. Okay, I have several theories, but this is the one doesn’t involve Soviet vodka, rhesus monkeys, and Vaseline.

Certain fashion trends portend widespread cultural decline. I don’t care whether it comes riding in with the Visigoths or on a wave of Stagflation, nothing says “stock up on canned food and good books because the Kardashians are in charge” like bad fashion trends.

Case in point: the Bad Perm.

Julia Titi Flavia

This is the kind of hair you have when your dad just sacked Jerusalem, shacked up with a Jewish Princess, and decided to fix you up with your uncle. Oh, and Rome has just been through four emperors in one year. (On the up side, none of them was Nero.)

And we all know that no good came of the Seventies except for Donna Summer. And fondue parties.

Babs!!!!!

But lest you think the bad perm is a singularly female vice, consider Charles II of England. Sure, Chuck, you may primp that mane to make it more difficult for the executioner to find your neck, like he did your dad’s, but do you know what that coiffure really is? It’s a cry for help. London is burning, everybody is coming down with the Plague, and you’ve got more mistresses than you can possibly afford.

Odds fish what an ugly fellow I am.

At times like these, there’s only one thing to do: put on your tight pants and get a little Super Freaky.

Rick James has a Sexual Luv Affair for you.

Manolo shouts, Goose!

Manolo says, normally, the Manolo ignores the hundreds of press releases he receives each day, but occasionally, something will leap out at him and cause him to fear for our society.

Such is the case with this press release touting the new book, American Suite.

Adventure comedy with a fabulist tint – American Suite humorously challenges our notions of what it means to be American today…

Champaign, IL, February 16, 2011 – What woman didn’t laugh in amazement when Lorena Bobbit hacked off her husband’s schlong as he slept or watch in disbelief as dentist Clara Harris drove her Mercedes over her philandering husband until she knew he was dead!

Ayyyyyy!

The Manolo suspects that this introduction is the work of the misguided publicist, and not that of the author, Diana Sheets, who appears to hold the opinions that are in direct opposition to the Medea-like glee expressed above.

Manolo says, the Manolo knows how you feel, Mr. Kitteh.

Manolo says, sometimes life is like the Seinfeld episode.

Manolo says, ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

P.S. If the Manolo’s humble twittering is good enough for the magnificent David Hasselhoff, perhaps it might also be good enough for you.

Manolo says, Ayyyyy! He looks as if he has eaten Gerard Depardieu!