Prescription for the Lawyer Blues

Manolo says, to the long time readers of the Manolo this story does not come as the surprise.

Almost a quarter of lawyers want to leave the profession because of stress and long hours, according to a survey published this week. The poll of 2,500 lawyers also indicates that assistant solicitors — those who are not partners — are even more unhappy, with more than a third wanting to give up their jobs. The YouGov survey for The Lawyer magazine confirms that there is widespread dissatisfaction with the work-life balance in law, despite record levels of pay.

As the long time readers of the Manolo remember, the Manolo addressed this very question more than the year ago, in his column for the Express of the Washington Post.

The heart of the Manolo, it goes out to those spirited young peoples, like the Ruby, who have found themselves in the legal profession, and who must now everyday push the giant stack of documents up the steep hill, the stack that everyday only grows larger while the summit only recedes further into the clouds.

Worse, what makes the futility doubly painful it is that while the young lawyers are pushing on the stack of papers, just outside the building, visible through the gilded windows of the senior partner’s corner office, it is the glorious warm day that is dying without them.

Is it the wonder then that so many of the lawyers fantasize about the escape, usually through such ridiculous and magical means as the writing of the best-selling legal thriller, one that will, quote, “make the Grisham look like Mary Poppins.”

Do not despair, young lawyers, the Dr. Manolo has the prescription for the feeling of ennui brought on by the knowledge of legal entropy…it is the shoes!

Yes, it is true, nothing cures the Don’t-Want-To-Be-The-Lawyer Blues like the new pair of the shoes, such as these incredibly beautiful silver open-toed shoes from the Sergio Rossi.

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Beautiful? Yes!

Professional? No!

Kick Ass? Emphatically!

All the more reason to strap these onto your lawyerly feets and march them into the office of the managing partner and demand your “fair share”! Pronto, Old Man, chop chop!

Ron Paul’s Disgraceful Shoes, Redux

Manolo says, the matter of the disgraceful shoes of Ron Paul lives on, as the Ron Paul supporters have whipped themselves into the heady froth trying to defend the indefensible.

Ah, but there is push-back from the enlightened. Look, here is the D.C. Pleats telling us why Ron Paul should purchase better shoes.

Ron Paul's Horrible Shoes
There are a lot of Congressmen, businessmen, lawyers, doctors etc. who are 71 years old – and older – who dress professionally every day. I have searched a bit and not found any articles or anything else that would lead me to believe Paul has any sort of health problem in which he would need the extra comfort shoes. I did find out that he wears these sneakers everyday, which is even worse than I thought, just wearing them to a CEAFU reception. But even if he does have a medical situation in which he needs the extra support, there are plenty of manufacturers out there that make classy, well-polished and – dare I say it – comfortable shoes for men in all price ranges.

Here’s my problem, which I really feel Paul doesn’t understand: There is just a certain level of dress and professionalism associated with being in the political-public eye. And this is a completely unpartisan comment – I had issue with President Bush’s terrible outfit when he wore his Crocs and am constantly baffled by Hillary’s wardrobe – but when you are the leader of the free world, or running for that office, you need to present yourself as such. Everyone is looking to you to set the example; you are quite literally the icon of America. Now I know Bush has made quite a few political fumbles in the past six plus years, but in general, he’s dressed well while making them. He had to, he was on camera, and if Ron Paul chooses to put himself in that limelight he better act and dress the part.

And this is exactly what the Manolo (and any sensible person) would say about the clothing and the fashion.

In the fact, the Manolo has referred to this in the past as the Paradox of Not Caring

[C]laiming to not care about the clothes, to not be concerned about what one wears, is the paradox, for the clothes worn by one who claims not to care make as much the statement as those worn by one who dresses with purpose.

These inescapable facts obtain: that clothes are always necessary, and that others they will always judge us by them. These are the reasons why the Manolo he would have you dress with the purpose, to consider carefully what you would wear, and to think about the effect your clothes, and how you wear, them will have on others.

Of the course, this does not mean that you must dress to please others, nor that you should follow the lowing herd, but rather that you should be conscious of the image you are projecting.

For the example, if you wish to project the image of carefree disdain for the high fashion, be aware that your dirty t-shirt of the Oakland Raiders, torn sweat pants, and flip-flops may not be conveying that exact message, may in the stead be saying to the by passer, “Cross to the other side of the street, lest this person’s disdain for personal hygiene and grooming infect you with the parasites.”

Manolo says, the fashion, it is not the nuclear rocket brain surgery.

Ron Paul’s cheap shoes and his sloppy clothes say that he is not the serious person, that he does not care that the image he projects is of the small town, small time appliance salesman. Yes, this look is perhaps what endears him to his arm-waving and humorless supporters, but it inspires no confidence in the saner and more adult members of society.

Finally, as the example of how the change of clothes can completely alter how one regards the person, the Manolo gives you PopoZão.

P.S. From the Manolo’s internet friend Miss Janey comes this response, Honestly, when did it become desirable to look undesirable?


Manolo the Columnist

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

Dear Manolo,

I will be in my sister-in-law’s September wedding party, wearing a beautiful sable brown bridesmaid’s dress, just below the knee in length. I need your expertise in finding a pair of classic (AND comfortable) high heel shoes in a gold or sable color.


Manolo says, the Manolo adores the September weddings, mostly because he adores the September. Here in the heat of July, when every foot seems to have on it the plastic flip-flop or the loathsome Croc, the Manolo longs for September and its simple shoe pleasures.

Yes, September may still be hot, but the promise of cooler weather is at hand, and the glorious color of October and the familial pleasures of November and December are mere weeks away.

More than June and May, September is the month of new beginnings, when we put behind us the frivolity of summer youthfulness and take the next step toward growing up.

And so, what better time than September to join with the other person in the bonds of matrimony? What better time to take the step away from solipsistic youth into the satisfying responsibilities of adulthood?

The Manolo thinks that bronze would be better than gold for this Septembery sable dress. Here is the Napoli by Lumiani, the perfect shoe for your needs.

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