DECORUM…WHAT’S THAT?

Long ago, decorum, like perfume, added to a woman’s mystique. Everybody knew a lady only went into the washroom to powder her nose and refresh her lipstick. Right? And that we were made of sugar and spice and everything nice? Right again! Certain body functions were never mentioned in public, certainly never in front of a lady! Some people don’t like the word ‘Lady’. They think it enchains us. Personally, I believe the word ‘Lady’ empowers us!

Fast forward to 2019…

I was in the pharmacy the other day and overheard this angry amazonic-like female scream at the top of her lungs, “I fricking hate having my per**d! It pisses me off!” I turn to see this girl storming out of the shop, her lobster-faced boyfriend crawling behind her. Funny! The man beside me in the shop looked mortified!! TMI!

Watching a reality show recently, Tardy is cuddled up with her husband on the couch. Everything nice and romantic, until she asks him “Did you just f**t? Or is it your tummy rumbling?” Umm…Decorum? Enooo! Back in the day, you’d never hear Audrey Hepburn ask Givenchy that question.

I’m an old fashioned girl who believes in feminine allure and romance. I think decorum is as necessary an accessory to women today, as a nice handbag, or a killer pair of heels. We girls need to retain the mystery of that which separates us from the livestock of life. Our power is in our femininity. Men cannot compete with us in that regard. So work it sisters!!

Hugs,
Patricia xxx