Like my grandfather once said: “There’s no such thing as an Ugly woman. Some are JUST BARELY PRETTY”. You know what, he was right. Melissa’s not a beauty queen, but I’ve seen some pretty ugly women that looked absolutely stunning. They were shallow and ugly to the bone. Would make Paris Hilton look like a PHd.

with That face, it’s neither wonder nor surprise she has such “opinions”…

Happy New Year!!
Rotten

But I’m thinking of the black shining points of my Dolce & Gabbana embossed weave cobblers getting scuffed in the links during the harried chase, and it sends my timbers ‘a’shivering!

LOL!

Plus, I’ve purchased enough pointed pairs so as not to leave too much of a crease in each one — I cycle through them, you see? I want a perfectly smooth finish from leg to tip… it’s my own version of a Prince Albert, you see?

But seriously,
Thanks for brightening up my morning!

This article is offensive. I’d love to ignore it, but the mindless drones who would DARE to LIMIT the creativity and the JOY of men’s attire really molest my inner child… Negative buffoons you are all.

“Men need to realize: even if you look like James Dean, pointy toed shoes on a man scream sissy. Draw a line, men, and it better not be with charcoal eyeliner. Don’t give in. Fight the grrl-power onslaught with plaid shirts, well-developed lats, hunting dogs, extreme sports, cigars, poker, and whiskey.”

How ridiculous a thing to say? plaid shirts? maybe “une belle flanelle”? This proves how utterly superficial the would-be critics of societal trends the children of Calvin and Knox really are… as if such stupid, flaccid ’style choices’ say anything of guts, identity, and the power of Man.

People like this strumpet of darkness would probably consider the buildings of Palladio to be effete, or the paintings of Caravaggio to be ‘over the top’. Where does the madness end? You and your countrymen have never KNOWN men who were men to the last inch, yet demonstrated genius through art, colour, through prose and song. You may be a blue-suit nation of financiers, but you know nothing of the love of life, nor how to live it without repression.

Then you say this, to make up for the self-hating statement preceding it, and try to prove somehow that you’re not the blunt headed, scintillating colossus of manifest ignorance you know you really are:

“A stylish man can be manly. A few of my readers mentioned Cary Grant. Sounds good. Well-groomed, intelligent, impeccable manners, debonair, man style doesn’t have to be unrefined, but it should be unfeminine. It’s called masculine.”

What the does that mean? why is MASCULINE somehow now defined and circumscribed by FEMININE? Why shouldn’t FEMININE be mitigated and modulated by Masculine instead?

You, Miss, associate yourself obtusely to the putrid vestiges of 16th century Protestant repression of humanity, but with a new elan of something of a calvary-chapel-village-bike-with-a-grudge, you’ve gone out and procured yourself a minimal education in writing columns, with a flare for the banal and a flamboyant penchant for saltless, poached argumentation…

“Pointy-toed shoes are feminine. Sorry, Santa. That goes for you, too. Help us all! We’ve become a nation of mincing, vacuous, pubescent girls.”

So were leggings of the 14th and 15th Centuries, I suppose? They certainly were “NOT MASCULINE”. Patently ridiculous indeed. Women certainly would NEVer have worn them. If your mind lived outside the walls of your own ignorant, horizonless cockpit you call a universe, you would see Pointed shoes are merely a revival of mediaeval fashion trends, which survived and were revived again throughout the centuries, and are a perfectly valid, “masculine” alternative to the damned boring, rounded toes which your hero-peasants chewing tobacco and avoiding cow-pies in the wild west sported.

But I’m willing to make a deal…

When you stop wearing your damned pants, I’ll stop wearing my pointed shoes.

Let’s see if you’re up to the challenge, Miss TomBoy.