Sometimes I wish I was a jaunty fellow so I could accessorize with sweet ties like these ones.
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Showing posts with label gentleman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gentleman. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Gift List: Boy Stuff (Under $30)
Have you got a brother, a boyfriend, a man friend, or an immature father? Then you might want to take a look at this list! All under $30. Because I'm cheap like that. I mean thrifty.
1. Striped Socks. $7.90
2. Boxed Dominos. $25
3. USB Hub Man. $21.99
4. Mini Donut Maker. $30
5. Jackass DVD 3 Pack. $16.99
8. Classic Pack This Pad. $6.99
9. Men's Cable Knit Hat $12.50
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
A Letter To Men
Confession: I have never watched Mad Men. I don't have TV (as in I have the box, but it has no channels), and besides Glee (which I am a full season behind on), I don't really bother downloading anything. So I don't know much about this Christina Hendricks. In fact, I didn't even recognize her name (isn't Google great?). But I found her open letter to men here, and I thought I would share it. What do you think? I'm starting to wonder what my letter to men would look like. I'll add it to my to-do list.
We love your body. If we're in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you.
Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.
We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.
We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.
Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.
Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.
We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.
Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.
No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.
Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.
No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.
You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.
Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.
About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.
There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.
Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.
Here is the author with her hubby
A Letter To Men - Christina Hendricks
We love your body. If we're in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you.
Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.
We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.
We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.
Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.
Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.
We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.
Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.
No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.
Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.
No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.
You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.
Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.
About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.
There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.
Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
A Gentleman Shaves
Dear Mr. Smith: I was getting ready for a first date and asked two women if I should shave for it. A friend my age – 24 – said emphatically not, but my sister-in-law, who is 33, said I should always shave, especially on a first date. Personally, I think I look better with three-day-old stubble, but we're talking about a real date here, a dinner-and-wine deal. Is shaving necessary?
I have answered this question before, but I have strong views on the matter – views that turn out to be controversial. Whether or not to shave for dates is probably the argument I have most with my readers. So let's do it again.
Age, of course, is a factor here. The question strikes someone of my vintage as ludicrous. (Honestly, they'll be asking me if they should shower next.) A gentleman shaves. He wants to show he has made some effort for his date. He wants to impress on her his maturity and sophistication.
A woman, after all, does not want to be dating a teenager; she wants to be dating a man. A man who does not need to prove his manliness by sprouting bristle like a thug.
Okay, so what about that 24-year-old female friend of yours? Is she not a woman? Don't her tastes matter? Good point. There are indeed people who are so young that they are thrilled by the mere fact their date needs to shave at all, and like to be reminded of it. Maybe your date will be one of those. Maybe she also likes unwashed hair and ironic T-shirts, in which case you shouldn't be taking her out for a dinner with wine. Take her instead to a tavern to see some ironically whiny indie rock. Order a pitcher of beer. You guys aren't ready for restaurants yet.
Remember, though, that she, too, will one day be a woman of 33. Why not accelerate her maturity? Why not be the one who introduces her to the kind of pleasures – non-ironic restaurants, for example – that await then?
Try to think of the other diners too. You may think that you look better with stubble; I think you just look dirty.
I have answered this question before, but I have strong views on the matter – views that turn out to be controversial. Whether or not to shave for dates is probably the argument I have most with my readers. So let's do it again.
Age, of course, is a factor here. The question strikes someone of my vintage as ludicrous. (Honestly, they'll be asking me if they should shower next.) A gentleman shaves. He wants to show he has made some effort for his date. He wants to impress on her his maturity and sophistication.
A woman, after all, does not want to be dating a teenager; she wants to be dating a man. A man who does not need to prove his manliness by sprouting bristle like a thug.
Okay, so what about that 24-year-old female friend of yours? Is she not a woman? Don't her tastes matter? Good point. There are indeed people who are so young that they are thrilled by the mere fact their date needs to shave at all, and like to be reminded of it. Maybe your date will be one of those. Maybe she also likes unwashed hair and ironic T-shirts, in which case you shouldn't be taking her out for a dinner with wine. Take her instead to a tavern to see some ironically whiny indie rock. Order a pitcher of beer. You guys aren't ready for restaurants yet.
Remember, though, that she, too, will one day be a woman of 33. Why not accelerate her maturity? Why not be the one who introduces her to the kind of pleasures – non-ironic restaurants, for example – that await then?
Try to think of the other diners too. You may think that you look better with stubble; I think you just look dirty.
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