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48 of 57 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Things you SHOULDN'T need to be told., January 13, 2003
The Etiquette Grrls, as they refer to themselves throughout the book, might have some advice to give someone some day, perhaps after they've done something other than dress themselves, shop, make artichoke dip, and then "toss back a few". However, unless you need to be told not to prune the potted plants in hotels (this is really in the book) you certainly do not need thier advice on anything. They start out by telling you how to set a table (something covered much more adequately in either Emily Post or Miss Manners). They don't get much wrong there, but once they start on fashion their advice becomes laughable. The Etiquette girls have confused Good Manners and Good Grooming with Purchasing Power. The quality that sets one apart from the unwashed masses, is, apparently, the ability to afford Coach bags and Ann Taylor Cashmere twinsets. Indeed, the only thing that seems to save them from the black skirt/twin set automaton look is their bravery in choosing nailpolish colors. Urban Decay creates colors that make the Etiquette grrls feel a little better in their extremely limited world of fashion. On the back of the book, the picture of the Etiquette grrls shows them dressed exactly alike: Little black dress, string of pearls. They look like a matched set of bookends. When they tackle the social scene, it really does become pathetic. They are truly convinced that making catty remarks about the clothing and appearance of other party guests makes them seem witty. They think their ability to mix canned artichoke hearts with mayonnaise and bake it in the oven makes them accompmlished hostesses. By the time they get to relationships, they have long since lost all credibility and the book becomes merely laughable. Freud would have a veritable field day with their directions on "disciplining boyfriends" with the nostalgic longing for the strict discipline of their prep school headmaster. And indeed, if there is a poor chap out there who has really served a two-week sentence of early morning dog-walking for forgetting to call one of the etiquette girls, please let him come forward so that we can get him into therapy as soon as possible. Their advice on travel really is nothing more than one long whine about how expensive first class has become. There is no good advice here, they simply tell you to keep your shoes on, because the Etiquette Grrls simply do not want to see your socks. These are not women who have ever taken a 12 hour red-eye in an emergency situation. The Etiquette Grrls only source of entertainment seems to be Gin and Tonics. They do not talk about many other activities, and, indeed, a High Etiquette Crime seems to be anything that would impede or slow down an Etiquette Grrl from making or purchasing a good stiff drink. Perhaps after their first stint at the Betty Ford clinic, they might broaden their horizons a bit. One has to also bring the editing of this book into question. They are trying really hard to copy Judith Martin's style of refering to herself in the third person and waxing nostalgic for days of yore, but the Etiquette Grrls can't quite pull it off. They declare themselves as equipped with complete mastery of the English language, Dear Reader. They use Dear Reader ad nauseum (at one point, three times in one three sentence paragraph). Their use of capitalization, which they defend as being perfectly correct, may indeed be so. But correct and irritating are not mutually exclusive terms. The only way this could have been published is if one of the Grrls Mum or Daddy has a connection in the publishing world, and the editor just didn't care enough to put much into it. In short, if you are interested in matters of Etiquette, please stick with Judith Martin. She is timeless, smart, and witty. The Etiquette girls are confused. Skip this one, I wish I did. It is the one book I have bought in my long life of reading that I would return.
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