The Etiquette Grrls' Q & A Archive: November
2001
Dear Etiquette Grrls,
Let me say first that Of Course, I have purchased
and read your
lovely discourse on etiquette. I keep leaving it on the coffee
table avec other books everyone in my apartment should read, but
alas, they seem too bothered with homework. However, I still have
some hope.
Dear Etiquette Grrls, it is once again time to
ask a question regarding a most perplexing quandary. I have a pressing
inquiry about pronunciation. How does one politely correct someone
who regularly pronounces a word very incorrectly? Sadly, my very
own grandmother, who has been known to quote directly from Emily
Post, continues to disregard the silent "l" in the word
"salmon." We've tried to go on saying the word properly,
but she now corrects us, as well. I hesitate to whip out a dictionary,
as I fear that might be un peu rude. In this case and in all instances
of mispronunciation, how does one correct the offender?
Pretending that this form is, in fact, Crane's
Engraved,
A Fan of the Silent L
Dear Fan of the Silent L,
Many, many, many thanks to you for purchasing
Our Book! We are Beyond Thrilled that it is in bookstores at last,
and we are Honored Indeed that it is on your coffee table!
Dear Reader, oh, it is difficult to Criticize
One's Elders, even when one is, as in your case, Absolutely Right.
Perhaps, though, this is one instance when you would be better off
to Turn the Other Cheek. (If we were talking about your Younger
Sister, for example, we would say hell, drag out the Dictionary
and make her write the phonetic pronunciation fifty times.) Of course,
we would never cave in and Mispronounce the word ourselves, but
we would probably not go out of our way to correct Dear Old Grandmother.
We think it is Quite Fortunate that the word in question here is
one that does not come up in conversation terribly often. Don't
go to Legal Sea Foods for the Big Family Dinner; use "pink"
to speak of the color... it probably will not be too difficult to
avoid. Good luck to you, Dear Reader!
Pretending that this page is also, in fact, Crane's
Engraved,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
Is it appropriate to wear a bright red dress to
a wedding? The wedding is a formal evening affair, and the dress
would be appropriate for any other formal evening event. It is flattering
but not overly sexy (narrow A-line skirt, full-length, no slits,
sleeveless with a scooped neckline that only shows the slightest
hint of cleavage), but I'm worried it might be too attention-getting
because of its bright colour.
Fashion Un-Conscious
Dear Fashion Un-Conscious,
Honestly, the EGs aren't so sure about this. Are
we talking Glowing Scarlet? Like the color of a Bullfighter's Cape,
or a Fire Engine, or a Really Ripe Tomato? If so, we think the dress
might be Un Peu Too Flashy. We think it's very, very difficult to
carry off Really Loud Colors, particularly at events when Your Outfit
should not be Distracting (e.g., weddings, funerals, Art Heists,
etc.). The last thing a Girl Wants, Dear Reader, is for someone
to notice the color of your dress before they notice YOU-- and it's
particularly terrible if someone notices the color of your dress
before they notice, say, The Bride. We think a dress in the style
you described might be okay (with the addition of a Nice Wrap for
Your Shoulders, and assuming the neckline is more reminiscent of,
say, Audrey Hepburn than of the St. Pauli Girl), but do ask a Dear
Friend with Very Good Taste about the Color, since the EGs can't
take a look at it ourselves. A more muted color in the red family,
such as a lovely Burgundy shade, might be more suitable.
Yours truly,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
A friend who is a big fan of your site recommended
that I contact you with this urgent matter (she believes that one
of you may currently reside in the town in question).
My husband's company, formerly located in the
World Trade Center, is transferring us to Westport, Connecticut.
We will suddenly be uprooting ourselves from a typical, yet perfectly
lovely, twentysomething life in New York City in just a few months.
I have a terrible fear of the suburbs, and I am worried that at
25, without a Jaguar and with no plans for children yet, I will
not fit into the posh, yet family-oriented town of Westport.
Please tell me, grrls, is there hope? I have some
redeeming qualities (two Lilly Pulitzer dresses, a Mount Holyoke
education, and a fondness for artichokes), but I fear rejection
and alienation. Can you give me advice on how to prepare for my
Westport debut?
Wee Bit Worried About Westport
Dear Wee Bit Worried About Westport,
Have no fears about Westport! It is a lovely town!
It is definitely not one of those horrid, nouveau towns where tech-stock
millionaires build 50,000-square foot houses avec Helicopter Pads.
Westport is currently an EG-Free Zone (EGL spent a year there, but
is now based in another Nice Little Old New England Town outside
Boston). Yet EGL thought it was v. nice indeed, though she regrets
that she was not around Back in the Day when there was a Barney's
in the Center of Town. That would have been Too Lovely for Words.
Shopping is still pretty good, though (there is a wonderful Wee
Cosmetics Store called JD's that you must visit-- it's like a Well-Edited
Sephora... they also carry things you didn't know you needed, like
a violet leather agenda from France with a helpful chart of the
Years of Good Vintage Wines and Where Various Fromages Come From).
The variety of restaurants does not rival New York, of course, but
is respectable... there is a Darling Gourmet Supermarket on the
Post Road (which is what you must call Route 1)... and there is
an adorable Seaside Public Golf Course if anyone in Your Household
is A Golfer! You definitely do not need A Jaguar to live here--
EGL had an '88 Volvo and drove it proudly. Best of all, Dear Reader,
the train to New York will have you in The City in Two Shakes of
a Lamb's Tail! (We must, however, recommend that you get someone
to Drop You Off... parking is extremely scarce at the Westport Station.)
Our best advice would be not to worry about a thing, enjoy exploring
the area, and be cordial and friendly to Your Neighbors. Who knows,
you might find yourself living Just Down the Street from Paul Newman!
We hope you and your husband have as hassle-free
a move As Possible, especially since as New Yorkers, you've gone
through so much lately. Let us know how it goes.
Yours truly,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
My friend is having a party next month to celebrate
her 40th birthday and her husband's college graduation. She'd prefer
to have all adults attend the party. How can she make this clear
on her party invitations without offending some of her guests?
Wishing to Avoid the Wee Ones
Dear Wishing to Avoid the Wee Ones,
Why, this is easy. We know Our Dear Readers would
not even DREAM of Dragging their Children Along to a party to which
they were not Expressly Invited, but, sadly, we realize that there
are Misguided People in this world who have Yet to Encounter www.etiquettegrrls.com
or TYNTBT and Denounce All Rudeness. Sigh. The EGs are Doing Our
Best to reach these Poor Souls, but there are only So Many Hours
in the Day... and thus, until we Set Them Straight, everyone has
to Deal With Them. So here's how:
To dissuade guests from bringing children, your
friend should have a Cocktail Party or, better yet, a Dinner Party!
You might choose an Hour at which Les Enfants are normally In Bed
for the party to start. We suggest you make absolutely certain that
everything about the invitation connotes "GET A BABY SITTER."
For example, send nice, classically designed, elegant invitations
(Crane's makes nice ones). The invitations might have tiny Martini
Glasses or some other Nice, Retro, Cocktail-y Motif. Do not, under
ANY circumstances, send invitations that look remotely Kid-Friendly--
no Pokemon or Disney motifs, no silly fonts, no Clip Art. (Not that
you should, Dear Reader, be sending invitations which feature any
of these things anyway, even for a Small Child's Birthday Party,
but we thought we should Drive the Point Home.) If someone should
say, in the guise of R.S.V.P.-ing, "Thanks for the invitation!
My husband, our triplets, and I are so looking forward to your party!",
you should gently but firmly explain that you only invited the adults.
("Oh, Mabel, we thought it would be fun to have a different
kind of party for a change... that's why we kept the guest list
to adults. It's been ages since we threw a Real Dinner Party, and
we're dying to break out the Silver and the Good China! Our own
young ones will be visiting their Grandparents that weekend, but
if you have any trouble finding a sitter, I can recommend my niece
Susan...")
Best wishes,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
Mine is not a big problem, but it is vexing, nonetheless.
I am lucky enough to be spending a year studying
architecture in the lovely city of Edinburgh, Scotland. The problem
is that often, upon hearing me speak, strangers (people working
in shops, people I'm standing next to in line, etc.) feel the need
to turn to me (usually interrupting the conversation I am having
with a friend) and say with a note of surprise in their voices,
"Oh! You're American aren't you?" as if no one had ever
noticed that before. Now, I am from the Midwest, and therefore have
a very generic, "newscaster" accent. It is *very* clear
from my voice that I am, in fact, American, according to several
of my friends from various European countries. So it annoys me to
no end to have to answer that question day in and day out. The problem
is that I never know what to say to these people. Usually I smile
and nod, and indicate that yes, I am from the States, which I know
is the polite thing to do. However, I was wondering if you might
be able to suggest some replies that, while still polite, would
convey my displeasure at the question and the interruption in the
ongoing conversation, since I know they are trying to be nice, but
I think that if I hear someone say that again, I'm going to scream.
Thanks in advance for your help. And I must add
that I absolutely adore your site and can't imagine how I've managed
for the past 21 years without access to the website by you gin-
and vintage-loving, witty, elegant Grrls. Keep up the good work!
Stumped in Scotland
Dear Stumped in Scotland,
Why, thank you very much for your compliments
on our site! We are Indeed Flattered. We do so hope you are enjoying
your Year Abroad, Dear Reader-- studying Architecture in Edinburgh
sounds Grand! (The EGs have spent time in Scotland, and just Adored
It. We're jealous! Remind us, sometime, to tell you about our Eventful
Trip to Loch Lomond, or, as we think of it, the time a Kindly Boat
Captain doused EGL with Malt Vinegar when some sort of Horrid Biting
Fly attacked her.) However, while we understand it Must Be Vexing
to have the same question posed to you, over and over again ad infinitum,
you must try, Dear Reader, to be Accommodating. After all, let's
look at the ratio here:
| JUST ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE IN EDINBURGH = |
Scottish |
| YOU = |
American |
Therefore, Dear Reader, while it isn't Terribly
Nice of people to remark on your Nationality, we don't think they're
Trying to be Rude-- you're just a Tad Unusual. And they probably think
you're Keen! Maybe they even want to say a Nice Word to you about
how Our Country is Showing Such Courage in these Difficult Times!
Furthermore, think of it this way-- at least they're right. Imagine
the Horror if everyone asked if you were Canadian. (Not, of course,
that there's Anything Wrong With That.) So we do think you should
try to tolerate it, and save your Verbal Vitriol for People Who Really
Deserve It. If they were saying it disparagingly (i.e., "You're
one of those Vulgar Americans!"), of course, you would be right
to be Offended, but we're sure no one means any harm just by asking
if you're from the U.S.A.
How to respond? We would suggest offering your
sweetest smile, and saying, "Why yes, I am from the States...
are you Scottish???" Then share a wee laugh and go back to
your other conversation.
Sincerely yours,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
I would think it absolutely fabulous to have my
copy of Things
You Need Be Told signed. Any chance of your touring near
the Colorado area in the future?
Sincerely yours,
Jenny
Dear Jenny,
Aren't you sweet! Sadly, we do not have plans
to visit Colorado soon (though we had been looking forward to a
stop in Denver on our book tour before it was Cancelled). We promise,
if we do make plans to travel to your state, or anywhere else in
Our Fair Country (or, heck, Abroad), we will post word of it on
our website.
All best,
The Etiquette Grrls

Dear Etiquette Grrls,
I have just recently come across your site, and
I have found it truly wonderful. It is very refreshing to see a
group of young ladies with ideas so similar to mine. One thing I
did notice, however, was that you have in several places on the
site actually condoned country music. As a big fan of this genre,
I was interested to see that you applauded the music in the commercial
for Gap khakis, while shunning the use of such attire for this activity.
I must agree that khakis are completely inappropriate for this activity,
but I was wondering if you noticed that the singer of the song you
seemed to enjoy so much was Dwight Yoakam, a popular country star?
Just a little food for thought....
Country Music Fan
Dear Country Music Fan,
We're glad you found our site and that you enjoy
it! Yet, Dear Reader, we must point out a Wee Fact (just for The
Record). In the Gap commercial called "Khakis Swing,"
the EGs had a Big Problem avec the idea of wearing khakis whilst
swing-dancing, but we loved the music, which was a fab tune, "Jump,
Jive and Wail," by Louis Prima. The Dwight Yoakam version of
"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" (actually a cover of
a Queen song) is in another commercial, "Khaki Country."
Dear Reader, the EGs watched an Awful Lot of Television (mainly,
if we remember correctly, Ally McBeal) the year those commercials
aired, and they're Burned Into Our Minds Forever. (The EGs suppose
the devotion of many of our Brain Cells to this sort of matter is
why we cannot, for the Love of All Things Holy, remember where the
hell our Favorite Lipstick is! Not to mention the Ski Pants we bought
last year when in an odd fit of Being Sportives we thought it would
be an Interesting Experiment to Venture Onto the Slopes, or, more
realistically, Into the Nice, Toasty Warm Ski Lodge. If Our Ski
Pants are reading this, get back into the closet in the Spare Bedroom
of the Etiquette Flat in Massachusetts, where you're supposed to
be! Ah, there we go, digressing. Sorry.)
At any rate, Dear Reader, we hope that Clarification
helps! Now we just have to Agree to Disagree about the Merit of
Country Music, or the Lack Thereof.
Sincerely yours,
The Etiquette Grrls
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