For some reason the theme of the last week has been ‘class’.
I watched one of my favorite movies, Chicago last weekend and one of the songs that was actually cut from the film is called “Class”. Velma (Catherine Zeta-Jones) and Mama (Queen Latifah) sing about how there was a lack of it in the 1920’s…
“Oh, there ain’t no gentelmen to open up the doors,
There ain’t no ladies now there’s only pigs and whores
And even kids’ll knock you down so’s they can pass
Nobody’s got no class!!!
Whatever happened to old values
And fine morals
And good breeding?
Whatever happened to class?
Well they might just be knocked off their rocker if they saw what I see via Facebook and out on the street. Sheesh, I have pearl clutching moments at least once a day.
What happened to being a lady? Letting a man open the door for you and wearing pantyhose?
I know, I know, this is Vegas and it’s hot, but sometimes in most business environments a lady should wear pantyhose, please.
I feel like there is a real disconnect between having fun and decorum–we can cut loose without cutting up, can’t we?
I had the opportunity to meet, interview and watch one of the original Supremes perform over the weekend. Mary Wilson has been performing for more than 50 years and even though I wasn’t born when she was living through her 20’s and 30’s, my research shows me that she is and has always has been a lady. She laughed and flirted with the audience and wore some fantastic dresses, but she was so graceful about it and I don’t think it’s just because of her age. She was taught to be a lady.
BTW: It was a great show and if you have the chance to see her perform, I would jump at it.
Lena Horne passed away at the age of 92, and she will always be remembered for her grace and dignity. I’m sure living in a time where she was publicly disrespected and denied basic rights made her feel a certain kind of way. Angry? I’m sure of it. Frustrated? Probably more times than she could count. Pissed off? You betcha. However, I couldn’t find a single article or picture of her yelling, screaming or otherwise acting a monkey fool on television.
Both women of that era emitted a constant elegance; it’s in their refined walk…the split of their dress–just high enough to be sexy, the cut just low enough to acknowledge the presence of breasts and their sexual significance–they alluded to sex, but they didn’t put it on a buffet table.
Shenanigans went on behind the scenes… we’ve all heard about Marilyn and her affair with the President. Diana Ross had a love child with Berry Gordy…but it was all kept behind closed doors and not aired on television or in glossy magazines.
Bottom line: these women were hot and chased by many men and they never twereked in booty shorts in front of strangers. They had strong views, opinions and I’m sure some feuds between co-workers but they didn’t resort to pulling out weaves and cursing on red carpets.
I guess I’m saying all this to say, you can be sexy, beautiful and post pictures of you being all of that and then some, but every shot doesn’t need to be of your ample bottom or bosom. Leave a lot more to the imagination and conduct yourself with respect in public…there is a time and place to settle disagreements.
If you have time to post that many pictures of yourself in your car, in the bathroom, in the bed “just waking up” then you probably aren’t working that hard at your career and life goals.
I’m just saying…
Disclaimer: Tickets were promotional comps, however, all thoughts and opinions are that of the Vegas Soulcialite…psshh, like you would think otherwise.