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Today's Countenance
If the television set is to be believed then representatives of the fair sex are now expected to air brush away all traces of perceived wretchedness from their very own visages while the troglodytic male members of our species may lounge about with no care whatsoever regarding their manly facial flaws or beard bound meal chunks. I'm sure all that is fair somehow...but I don't see it.
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal everywhere but the good news is that ladies need no longer go through their lives doomed to forever play the part of Dame Anxious Cheek. Countenance au natural is once more in fashion. Let us all learn to live with Milady Starkers in a state of harmony.
Confound! Confound I say! I speak of that ever popular online dictionary of urbanity that the guttersnipes are always prattling on about these days. I have personally investigated this "Urban Dictionary" and have, as well as today's urchin, enjoyed a more profound understanding of the true meaning of things like "Pearl Jam" and I confess additional clarity is always welcome here at The Siftonian Toff, but we do not celebrate it if it arrives ungraciously.
A word or two regarding the common street salutation betwixt menfolk known as "The Dude Nod". Oh I am fully aware that it is temporally and sanitarily efficient unlike the now moribund handshake but I must object to it's equally Neolithic nature otherwise. Whatever has become of the Japanese or Prussian bow or heel click? They are only disturbingly militaristic when done while wearing swords and/or sidearms and though I am in favor of the reintroduction of smallswords for social occasions I put my foot down as to firearms since any churlish fellow with even halfway functional index fingers may make a mess of things. Such are the ways of wayward ballistics.
In short, satisfactory merrymaking begins at the face and works it's way round from there.
On that note I say...chin-chin!
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal everywhere but the good news is that ladies need no longer go through their lives doomed to forever play the part of Dame Anxious Cheek. Countenance au natural is once more in fashion. Let us all learn to live with Milady Starkers in a state of harmony.
Confound! Confound I say! I speak of that ever popular online dictionary of urbanity that the guttersnipes are always prattling on about these days. I have personally investigated this "Urban Dictionary" and have, as well as today's urchin, enjoyed a more profound understanding of the true meaning of things like "Pearl Jam" and I confess additional clarity is always welcome here at The Siftonian Toff, but we do not celebrate it if it arrives ungraciously.
A word or two regarding the common street salutation betwixt menfolk known as "The Dude Nod". Oh I am fully aware that it is temporally and sanitarily efficient unlike the now moribund handshake but I must object to it's equally Neolithic nature otherwise. Whatever has become of the Japanese or Prussian bow or heel click? They are only disturbingly militaristic when done while wearing swords and/or sidearms and though I am in favor of the reintroduction of smallswords for social occasions I put my foot down as to firearms since any churlish fellow with even halfway functional index fingers may make a mess of things. Such are the ways of wayward ballistics.
In short, satisfactory merrymaking begins at the face and works it's way round from there.
On that note I say...chin-chin!
Published 12th Aug 2022
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From December 15th, 2018
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