Archives for the month of: September, 2003


the fabulous girl meets the queen of charm
when i first wrote the art of charm triptych, someone said in a comment that i should write a book about it. what a very charming idea, i thought, but i was sure it’d been done. turns out, i was right.
now, when shivlet first loaned me the book, i felt a twinge of regret and jealousy. after all, i had just come round to realizing the dizzying heights of my own charm, my effortless sense of decorum and fun combined… and someone had trumped me! but after reading Izzo’s inspiringly true little gem, i’ve simply come to love the whole idea much more. decorum and charm – the art of getting it right and doing it with flair. when you’re an FG, you know everything from how to properly invite someone to a party to how to dump a man with grace and style.
and while reading the book merely affirmed my own realization that i am, indeed, quite a fabulous girl, i learned a few new things along the way as well.
the FG and sex: did you know it’s the height of rudeness not to offer some sort of breakfast to an overnight lover, even if they’re leaving early for work or home? while i have always offered coffee or toast or even simply water to a morning-after paramour, i was shocked to realize that rarely had the same courtesy ever been extended to me. nor, it seems, had i ever taken offense to the lack of decorum. but gents – take note: if you’ve just shagged a marvelously fabulous girl, make sure you offer her coffee or tea or whathaveyou in the morning. or else, she’ll eventually read her FG Guide and realize what an insensitive cad you’ve been.
the FG and entertaining: while i’ve thrown and been to scores of dinner parties in recent years of adulthood, there were some finer points i was unaware of. for instance, it’s considered badly played to bring fresh cut flowers as a gift to your hostess. you make her run around looking for a vase and trimming the stems all the while attempting to get dinner on the table and entertain her guests. instead, either have the flowers delivered beforehand or offer to arrange them yourself. or simply bring a good bottle of wine, preferably one that complements the menu which as an FG, you’ve tactfully asked about beforehand. and of course, FGs absolutely always send thank you notes, no matter how informal the occasion.
the FG and friendships: a few tips from the ladies who lunch. never bring along a guest uninvited to a girls’ event, even if it’s your boyfriend. in fact, especially if it’s your boyfriend. while your galpals may adore ___, if they’ve planned a girls’ event in their busy schedule, it’s because they want to dish about men. another friendship tip that hadn’t really occurred to me: when you’re in friendships of three or more, decide as a group how much the other galpals can discuss about absent members of your posse. i’ve been in several troikas of girl power, and we’ve never really established ground rules. but perhaps a certain friend will be more comfortable with boundaries, whereas the other two are the no-holds-barred type of gal. find out, before feelings get hurt.
all the fabulosity of the Guide has simply served to get me more excited about being a fun fearless female, has put a bounce in my step and a note of confidence in my voice. who says you can’t love pashmina AND politics?
not the fabulous girl. she loves them both.
ta!


charming my way to the prize
oh, my. i’m giddy as a school girl. i’ve got not one, but two of uborka‘s cherished and honored post of the month nominations.
who exactly do i have to sleep with to win this thing?


betcha ten bucks
my weekend rocked the FACE off your weekend. after the week from hell, i was completely unstoppable. a veritable force of nature.
and now? off to be fabulous at a three martini lunch with the girls.
force. of. nature.


t minus seven hours..
to the opening party of the season. the fishnets are ready, the champagne is chilling, the tonic is bubbly, the fruit juices are fruity, the venue is being set up, and the troops are gathering. shiv and i concur: there’s only one thing missing, and that’s some kate.


fishnets and mayhem
this weekend is the much planned, much anticipated Debauched Debutante Ball, cohosted by the spendiferous shivlet and myself. there will be fishnets and garters and strapless dresses and punch and flowers and boys in suits and flashes of lace and debauchery by the truckload.
all i have to say is – boys, look out.


it all works out so nicely
i’m so glad stephanie’s mum reads my website from time to time. other than it being such a great honor that she thinks i’m funny, i can now say:
MRS BROWN YOU’VE GOT A LOVELY DAUGHTER!


a la carrie bradshaw at her laptop
i’m having a very voice-over, inner-monologue kind of day.


charm goddess, rethunk…
…. then again, sometimes i’m such a complete hasty judgemental asshole when it comes to men, i think my self-appointed crown of Charm Queen of the Universe should be thoroughly and permanently revoked.

charm and love
unless you are a barbie or ken doll – anatomically outrageous and completely lacking in the reproductive bits – you’re familiar with the concept of romantic love. and while a lot of people use the word “charm” in relation to romantic love, what we all secretly know is:
love is a muddy horrible war zone filled with limping casualties, dangerous and completely unmarked landmines, constantly shifting enemies, and at the end of the day you’re lucky to be leaning back-to-back with one of your fellow soldiers, exhausted and scarred, passing back and forth a flask and talking about your childhoods.
however, all that unadulterated bollocks about love being fulfilling and spiritual has a point, because we all keep coming back from more like violent alcoholics, slurring our speech and demanding our fix. we come back time and again, even if its with the wrong person, at the wrong time, at the wrong place. that battlefield of love provides us with something we desperately need and want above all other things.
and much like sticking a daisy in the barrel of a gun aimed at your face didn’t much help that you had a gun aimed at your face, charm and grace can somehow make the agony of love prettier, lighter, more likely to cause good memories. and hey, maybe sometimes a daisy can stop a war, eh?
with that in mind, we’re going to take a trip through three stages of falling in love, point out the pitfalls and landmines, and show you how charm can help win a few scuffles here and there.
stage one: first date
atmosphere: nervous, exciting. he’s taking her to a restaurant, she’s wearing her lacy undies. these lacy undies will be an ongoing theme – keep an eye on them. not like that, you’re in class, behave.
pitfalls and landmines: you don’t know each other at all, essentially, and every word or phrase or joke you make is subject to about seven hundred thousand interpretations, all by the woman. and ladies, men simply don’t understand subtlety, so you think you’re showing him how gaga you are for him and he thinks you simply fancied a good meal and plan on mocking him later to your friends. two major pitfalls – how do we avoid them?
ladies: the key to being charming on the first date is really just be yourself. remember those guy friends you have that you can always flirt with and link your arm through without thinking twice? okay, be like that. because that’s really you at your flirty best. remember – there is barely any gesture too overt, short of taking your top off at the table and slathering your breasts with olive oil. men are dolts – show them you like them by actually flirting. radical, n’est ce pas? we usually do well on the date, so I will reserve most of the practical advice for the men.
gents: look, we know you’re a little nervous. try not to fidget, also, we know that you’re all essentially sweet creatures and you try and run around on the first date doing all the chivalrous things. don’t. it makes us feel like we’re being encircled by a pack of anxious chihuahuas. if you get to the door first, lovely, hold it open. if not, please don’t push a lady into oncoming traffic to hold the door/pull our chairs/get our coats/hail the cab. and when it comes to the check, if she says more than once that she insists on splitting it, FOR GOD’S SAKE let us pay for ourselves. most importantly – actually listen to her instead of fidgeting, opening doors, and fighting to pay the bill.
stage two: dating
atmosphere: ever seen two animals circling each other in the forest, unsure of their relation to each other? it’s kind of like that, yeah. status of the lacy undies – lads, you shouldn’t be seeing the grannypanties at this point, she should still be trotting out her skimpy marvels. and women, he should still be making a relative effort to tidy up when you come over.
landmines and pitfalls: this is the time you will look back at with longing and nostalgia once you’re firmly entrenched in the relationship, although all you can think is how confusing and unclear it all is. the point is, this phase is quite fun when done right. some of the dangerous areas are: communication, meeting-of-the-friends, and sex.
communication: here’s the thing with dating – it’s violently unclear who calls whom, for what, and when. I’ve often bemoaned that there should just be a guidebook for this, because women end up fretting over whether or not THEY should call, email, or text and men end up having no idea when they should call or when they’ve called too much or what they said wrong and before you know it, it’s all gone to shit. so. the way to make sure this landmine is as charming as possible is – DROP THE RULES. if you’d like to see someone, call them. make it clear that you’re not simply calling for sex, like saying, “hello, I’d really like to see you, are you busy _____?” this is well-done and to the point. after half a dozen or so dates and/or you’ve slept together, it’s cute to slip in a little something sexy about the other person, to show them you’ve been thinking about them naked. yes, it’s bold. and yes, it always works. but the main point with communication is you spend more time fretting about what’s appropriate, when really, the other person es loco para ti, so just call them whenever and they’ll probably just get hot thinking about seeing you next. and that’s charming.
meeting-of-the-friends: my, this one is dangerous. women think men compartmentalize too much and keep us as their “dirty secret”, and men are completely freaked out because they know women keep few secrets from their girlfriends. the charmed way to handle this snake-in-a-basket is… get the friend thing out of the way early. the more it builds, the more nervous both parties are going to be. I’d say a month or so into dating at the very latest. pick a neutral kind of meeting, for instance, or if you have an enormous group of friends, try and filter it down, introduce him/her to some of the key members before you thrust him/her before a council of twenty five of your topshelf mates. also, especially if you’re very tight with your friends, avoid dragging your new love to every single friend-event, because while it’s great for you to have your mate along with your friends, it might actually be rather nerve-wracking for him/her. and if you’re the one meeting the friends – it’s sort of like being in the grip of a boa constrictor. just relax, don’t tense up, and maybe you’ll slither out intact. they will absolutely be sizing you up, make no mistake about it. if you can all just accept this and get to know each other, you’ll probably even like them – hell, you like your date, right? but if you tense up and wig out and act insecure and try and impress, her/his friends will see right through it and dislike you forever. no pressure, kids.
as for the secrets thing, lads – there’s simply nothing you can do but be charming and acknowledge that women tell their women friends everything. I suggest, to avoid conflict, that when you’re confiding in your ladyfriend something that really is quite personal, explicitly suggest she not tell ___ and ____, because otherwise, honestly, she will.
sex: sex while dating can be awkward even while its thrilling. you’re not really doing it often enough to really get into a rhythm, but you’re quite excited and eager. the other pitfall is that people are trying to impress each other, so they fall back on sex moves that worked with other people. sounds terrible, but it’s true. the most charming thing you can do in bed is be creative and original. forget everything you’ve done before – look at your new lover like an empty canvas. explore their body, find out which little bits work for whom and which should be avoided. this will make you far more memorable in the eyes of your new lover than simply switching on the “sex moves I know!” button and trying to fiddlingly align his/her machinery to yours. sex will get better – but then much later it’ll get worse.
stage three: the transition from dating to relationship
atmosphere: charged, wildly oscillating mood swings, but comfort and attraction combined. note, lads, she’s still dragging out the lacy undies for you, but not quite as often. girls, you’ve seen what his roommates are really like.
pitfalls and landmines: oh dear god everything. this is honestly, the most traumatizing and difficult because the notes played are starting to get serious. women and men choose to commit very differently. often, in this stage, the woman is thrilled with the level of closeness and comfort she’s attained with you and wants to move closer, spend more time together, and exchange ‘i love you’s. men, often, are very happy staying crazy about you but the word love and time make them balk like untrained foals, mostly because they have some cockamamie notion that you’re going to tie them to the bed and register them in your name forever. essentially, this transition is the gnashing rocks of a cliffside for a boat – they can be avoided, but they’re deadly if you hit them at the wrong angle. frank, honest advice, and there’s only two pieces of it:
talk, talk, talk: people often call this the three-six month mark crisis. it may seem incongruent and ridiculous, because for three months prior its been nothig but sex and fun, and now all of a sudden it’s talky talky talky. but no matter how distasteful it may seem to say, “yar, i didn’t like the way you did this,” or “i’m sorry, what i need from this is _____”, but because you’re not used to it, it feels hard and unnatural and scary. or else you’re trying to stall the relationship at permanent dating, and that’s just not realistic. a few ways to be a charming discusser – always bring up a problem in a safe, non-threatening location. in front of a bar, on the way to a friend’s house, and on the subway are all unacceptable, as is drunk or post-sex. another thing – don’t use namby-pamby passive-agressive language. ever. say: this is the way things are, this is how i feel, how do you think?
listen, listen, listen: there’s nothing less charming in the world than someone that’s already made up their mind about you. this is the point in the relationship when you start to recognize someone else’s flaws, weaknesses, and your own distaste for those things. so instead of resigning yourself to resentment over these things (which causes wrinkles which are distinctly uncharming) always remember to listen to him/her the way you did when you were gaga and gooey-eyed over them. ask them questions about what they’re thinking, and then remember what they’re not saying, as well – that they’ve made it this far with you, they obviously care about you even though the sexy undies are starting to slip and you’ve already cried on their shoulder. insecurities and demons will try and tell you that everything’s going badly, bail now, cry now, doubt now. don’t listen to them. listen to how much you like your mate, and how the best parts of you – the most charming parts of yourself – have been luminated by their smiles.
most important in this phase is that: remember to be the best person you can be, remember to keep putting that same charming dainty best foot forward that you did on your very first date. or else you’ll just get bogged down in how hard it is to get serious about someone, and you’ll completely forget why you’re reaching for that goal to begin with.
and finally, as a quick bonus, remember this. relationships, no matter how passionate or serious or perfect or rocky or loving or tumultuous – they only go two ways: you stay together or you break up. and if the latter should happen, petit hiboux is always ready with a contingency plan.
the extremely abbreviated yet practical Art of Charm and Break Ups
1. take their number out of your phone.
2. call your friends.
3. drink, complain, cry, make out with a stranger, repeat.
4. thank your friends.


ETA
the third, highly secretive installment of the Art of Charm shall be posted ’round three o clock. stop badgering the artist, yeah?