Dear Miss Wendy,
I am new to New York, having
recently tranplanted from Charleston, and I
have a question. I was raised to believe that
a lady or gentleman can always let the world
know what social class they belong to by the
clothes they wear and the manner in which they
deport themselves. But in New York, I am completely
at a loss. Subtle signals like good pearl earrings
and gently worn natural fabrics have no effect
whatsover, people simply assume that you are
some academic from New Jersey. And as for what
passes for upper class, most of it is simply
appalling ( i.e Paris Hilton). I would like
to meet a suitable (read monied) gentleman in
New York but have no clue what I should wear.
I can sympathize with
your confusion but you have obviously been hanging
in the wrong neighborhoods, especially for a
transplanted Charlestonian. This is a very simple
problem to solve. Go to the corner of 68th and
Madison and find the nearest sidewalk cafe.
Sit down, open a note book and take notes.
Everyone you see walking by will be stupendously
boring, but will bore you with impeccable taste.
You could do the same thing in Greenwich, Connecicut,
but that would involve a very boring train ride
and you might fall asleep and wake up in New
Dear Miss Wendy,
What do you think about mixed religion
weddings. People are becoming so casual about these things these
Sunday School Sue
The only time religion seems
to cause a problem in today's society is when
people are about to be married. Parents who
have not observed any religion whatsoever for
the last 25 or so years, suddenly remember that
they are Hare Krishnas or Baptists or something.
And there it is, "But dear, how are you
going to raise the children?"My advice
to any prospective bride or groom is this: when
your parents or your parents-in-law-to-be approach
you with an index card (a cue card upon which
they have scrawled the name of the family religion)
and a questioning look on their faces, simply
be enigmatic like dear Mona Lisa. Or you can
murmur something while you cough or suddenly
have to run to the bathroom etc. etc.
Because the truth of the matter is, any young
parent who can remember the name of the sect
their parents attended once or twice ten years
ago, can freely raise their children in that
religion by simply managing to haul their behind
out of bed on Sunday mornings. Raising children
drains the good intentions out of all but the
most energetic souls, so you can pretty much
count on the other parent deciding to snore
away the morning.
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