The Preening Peacock Of Manity
The vanity of men is called Manity.
The vanity of men is called Manity.
If you had to choose between breathtaking beauty and Einstein-like brains, what would you pick?
Among other things, I’ve been discovering the joys of vanity since I quit my job and have had a lot more time to myself. It’s quite wonderful, caring for oneself and looking good-feeling good. Mr.Everyday, on the other hand, is determined to win the title for ‘Most Likely to Be…
Planning a rendezvous with a girlfriend. She is at the parlor and I have to wait till she gets done. I sit tight elsewhere and am most amused to hear her say, I think it will be an hour before I’m released!!! And if that sounds like parole from jail…
“That girl is hot!”
“No, she is not.”
“And you would know, would you? You don’t check out women.”
“Says who? I check out women all the time.”
Last month I wrote about my first pair of wedge heels. It opened up my eyes to the world of shoe experiences.
Discover the discomfort of being stared at through the eyes of a woman. Bird watching doesn’t feel like a compliment. I turn the tables on the watchers.
I read an email forward about the difference between a man and a woman. One of the points said that a man who walked into a party and saw another man wearing the same tee-shirt wouldn’t give him the cold shoulder but instead greet him like a longlost friend and…
Men have no appreciation for haute couture!!!!!!!! At least the two jokers I sit next do, don’t! SNC: So why are you in casuals on a work-day? Me: I’m not in casuals! SFOS: So what are these then? Me: I’m not wearing jeans! SNC: So jeans are the only thing…
My jeans are too tight for me to breathe. I’ve put on weight. *Groan*. Why, why, WHY should it matter? I am not fat. I’ve never been fat. I am not going to be fat. And if I do, will it matter? Yes, it damn well will. To my vanity….