current style of nude lipstickâwhich is a misnomer because nobody has TAN lips. There is no ethnic group on the planet that I have ever seen whose members have lips that are the color of grocery sacksâit is simply NOT a naturally occurring lip color and it is HIDEOUSâon everybody. There is not a living soul, of any age, or any color, who looks BETTER with a little bit of beige on her lips.
A girl of fifteen to, say, midthirties can at least get away with itâtheyâre pretty much gorgeous no matter what they do to themselvesâbut if you are over forty and you put that almond-colored crap on your mouth, it may well indicate to the world at large that you KNOW what the current fashion isâbut you will LOOK like dog-doo in it.
And donât be ironing your hair, either. We did that already, remember? It was unattractive thenâjust as it is nowâit will ruin your hair now, just as it did thenâAND on top of everything, you will look silly.
While weâre on the subject of self-humiliationâdonât begoing out to where young people hang out and think that THEY think you are so cool. I promise you, they do NOT think youâre cool. They think you are goofy and patheticâif not downright gross. They are laughing and not even behind your backâthey are laughing in your faceâwhich you would realize if you put on your reading glasses. They will face-laugh at you all night until you get too close to them, in which case they canât get away from you fast enough. Unless, of course, you are buying the drinks, in which case they will be nicer to you but they are still laughing at you and being grossed out.
Anyway, I can remember my very favorite dress of one particular summer. I wore it while dancing with wild abandon in the nightclubs of Cozumel, Mexico. I learned recently that there are no longer any nightclubs in Cozumel. Well, there are still some on the grounds of the big resorts that have made their home outside of town on the beautiful island, but all of the ones on the main dragâthe ones where my seester, Judy, and I frolicked, lo these many years agoâare gone. The cruise ships have killed them off.
The tourists who come in on the big ships are there for only a few hours during the day and the ones who come to stay in the big resorts never come in to townâso no need for anything downtown after dark. Sigh. Even Carlos ân Charlieâs closes at, like, ten pm now, for crying out loud.
But my favorite garment from the summer of 1985 was a black sundress that was up to here, cut down to there, and hadno back at all until slightly below my waist. Lord have MERCY, that was a HOT dress! Iâd be lying if I said I didnât miss the days of being able to wear a dress like thatâbut believe me, I KNOW they are GONEâgoner than the discos of Cozumel. If I thought I had to try to squeeze into a dress like that today, Iâd just hang myself with the spaghetti straps and consider it lucky if theyâd go around my neck.
Suffice it to say, I took full advantage of my fleeting time in Larvadomâthis was evident, even in my earliest incarnations as The Sweet Potato Queen. My very first Queenly Outfit was my sister Judyâs 1964 prom dress. Judy at eighteen was somewhat more on the tiny side than I was at age thirty. Consequently, the dress would not zip all the way up, but I did not let that deter me in the slightest. I simply zipped it up to the waist, locked the zipper, and tucked the resulting flaps of the unzipped portion inside and VOYOLA! I had a backless green formal gown! Backless was a good look for me thenâactually much better than frontless, truth be told.
Iâll never forget what Raad Cawthon, hot newspaper columnist, said to me when he saw me in that dress. He said, âDamn, girl, youâve got the most beautiful back in Hinds County.â Which, to this day, is still one of my favorite compliments
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