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Posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 16:15:57
In reply to Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Dinah, posted by Racer on September 7, 2006, at 15:37:04
> > Ah, that is patently untrue.
> >
> > While technically, I don't believe that anyone is above me, I am struck dumb when confronted by anyone well groomed and socially ept.
>
> I can't remember the exact line, but it's from a poem by Dorothy Parker. Always resonated for me...Well, technically, I have no quarrel with beauty. I thoroughly enjoy it wherever it might be found.
It's grace that strikes terror in my soul.
If the most gifted team of wardrobers and hairdressers and makeup artists worked on me, it wouldn't be five minutes before something was riding up or sliding down or smearing. I can't for the life of me get through a meal without something drifting south and landing on the continental shelf, as it's known in my family. I bob up and down like an ostrich when I walk. I am totally lacking in conversational skills or social rhythms.
I like myself quite well, yet I hate myself with every fiber of my being.
Sigh.
Posted by Jost on September 7, 2006, at 16:42:29
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Racer, posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 16:15:57
Well, Dinah--
you'll have to be a rockstar then, and have a team of hairdressers, makeup artists,and wardrobe malfunction artists at hand-- at all times.
They also have this marvelous invention, which I recommend (use them all the time myself) called a napkin, which, when put on top of one's clothes, preferable from the neckline-- intercedes between any outlying cliffs or jutting shelves-- and food.
Then, after they're removed, no one knows about the unsteady wobble of the spoon or fork-- or coffee cup-- I have one at hand at all times-- at the desk, table, couch, bed-- anywhere where food and I are likely to convene.
Jost
Posted by AuntieMel on September 7, 2006, at 18:45:26
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Racer, posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 16:15:57
Right.
I've met you. You have southern grace oozing from every pore. It's the type you are born with, not the type you can learn.
Posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 18:49:04
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Dinah, posted by Jost on September 7, 2006, at 16:42:29
> They also have this marvelous invention, which I recommend (use them all the time myself) called a napkin, which, when put on top of one's clothes, preferable from the neckline-- intercedes between any outlying cliffs or jutting shelves-- and food.
Does the social assurance that comes from not having food on one's bosom outweigh the social assurance that comes from having one's napkin on one's lap like everyone else, instead of tucked into one's neckline?
Posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 18:50:27
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Dinah, posted by AuntieMel on September 7, 2006, at 18:45:26
Speaking of Southern grace...
:)
So kind of you not to mention the drink incident. lol.
Posted by 10derHeart on September 7, 2006, at 20:26:10
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Dinah, posted by Jost on September 7, 2006, at 16:42:29
Jost,
I find your writing style...no, actually - your style in general - delightful.
Thanks for putting some extra-delight in my day :-)
Posted by llrrrpp on September 7, 2006, at 21:52:29
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » Jost, posted by 10derHeart on September 7, 2006, at 20:26:10
I value humor more than grace. Sh*t happens. Food falls into cleavage and must be retrieved. Food gets into bosses' mustache, and I don't know what to say.
I trip and fall
I open foot and stick in mouth
It usually makes people feel better about hanging out with a goof if the goof realizes it too and can laugh. If I'm with people who don't find me amusing, well, they can kiss my southern patootie.
The worst thing, Dinah, is that I lost my twang when I went to college. I don't have the demeanor or the accent to pull off "Southern Charm". People think I was raised in the midwest. (poor thing, they whisper...)
Oh well. Won't be graceful, but I can do my best to be comfortable.
-ll
p.s. I have one graceful friend. She's descended from a long line of NYC socialites. She sprained her ankle riding on the bus, and had to hop home. And the next day, I saw her, and chastised her for not wearing sensible shoes with her puffy gimpy ankle. She said "these ARE my comfortable sandals" and looked at me with agony in her face. (they were strappy mules with a 2.5 inch heel.( She asked me what brand MINE were. I said, well, they're not that pretty, but I wore these all day the summer that I travelled through Europe and was on my feet walking for miles and miles.
(Merrell)
What price grace? It's ephemeral like everything else too.
Posted by Phillipa on September 9, 2006, at 22:35:55
In reply to Re: Sworn to meet beauty as a foe... » AuntieMel, posted by Dinah on September 7, 2006, at 18:50:27
Dinah what drink incident I have to know everything and I thought you were perfect. Love Phillipa
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