Whatever happened to the delicacy of being a girl? Or to less is more? To leaving things up to the imagination?
Where did hat boxes and elbow length gloves run off to? Who robbed Broadway of it’s elegance and left fanny packs and tennis shoes in the wake? When will Curtsey and Bow come back from this extended vacation?
Who made the mistake of telling us feminine means anything but the essence of being a lady? When did the face of sophistication change to pencil skirts and taupe pumps?
I hereby reclaim being a girl.
We are the most fascinating creatures in the world after all.
Leopard and giggles, whispers and sequins, bikinis and fingernail polish.
And our intrinsic beauty, the kind that bubbles from deep inside, the one that boggles the man’s brain and locks arms with a best girlfriend, is worth fighting for.
Resuscitate your femininity. Invite your eyelashes to bat. Flirt with the art of being demure.
Put on your best lady.
And then meet me for cocktails, will you?
Because, you must admit darling, some changes are good.