Thursday, February 16, 2012

Where Are All The Coquettes?

"The Coquette" by James Wells Champney c.1885
Ed. Note: Let's keep it simple: James is one of my favorite people -- ever. He knew I needed help filling my post void as I work, work, work, and like the gentleman he is; he volunteered. So, you will be as happy as I am, I'm sure, to know that I have signed him up until he resigns the commission. (Please encourage him not to do so. Merci par avance.)


He chooses the subject and I say, "You go James." I love today's musings. I think you will as well. . .


I decided I would like to make a few comments on some women's issues.


Sort of a series of my incoherent ramblings. Tish was nice enough to allow me to use her site as a forum. Am I an expert on fashion? Decidedly not. Although to use a Supreme Court ruling, "I know it when I see it." No degree in psych, no training in marriage counseling, basically nada.


So what makes me an expert? Well, I'm not. What I am is experienced, which I hope gives me a little insight.

So until Ms. Jett withdraws my use of the hall I'd like to give you some of that insight. Remember free advice is worth what you pay for it. 


I'm going to start with an art form that seems to have faded of late, the fine art of being coquettish.To begin with we need to look at what is coquettish. Simply saying it is just flirting doesn't do it justice. It is the most subtle form of flirting. In today's PC world I guess flirting is not, well PC. But the fact of life is most people do to some extent. Whom do I recommend you practice this art on? The person who takes the number one spot on your hit parade obviously. 


When you leave the restaurant on a crisp fall night slip your hand into his coat pocket and lay your head on his shoulder, coquettish. When his hair falls onto his face while he reads, gently push it back and stroke his cheek as you withdraw your hand. I could go on, but you get the idea. If you feel that this will compromise your stature as a woman of the 21st century; I won't tell if you don't. What you will be doing is stating your femininity, coyly, and raising his feeling of masculinity. And I ask you, what's wrong with that? 

12 comments:

ami said...

LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

I've been asking the same question for years....

SarahBeyond said...

Flirting: the one contact sport that's easy on your joints, good for your heart, and no one gets injured (if it's played correctly!). LOVE your musings -- can't wait for more.

sharon said...

Great post James with refreshing advice, please say 'yes' the next time Tish invites you over!

sanda said...

Enjoyed your post and look forward to more!

Anonymous said...

Southern women know this from birth!

French Girl in Seattle said...

Welcome James. It all sounds like good advice to me... As I was growing up in France, being called "une coquette" was not always a compliment, as in "Ne fais pas ta coquette!" -- but I can see now that there is nothing wrong with being a coquette once in a while ;-) Incidentally, I love the posters you chose to illustrate your little story. Come back soon. Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)

Anonymous said...

I do all these gestures with my boyfriend, and it never occurred to me that it was coquettish, just affectionate. Why would anyone think this would compromise their stature as a woman (or person for that matter)?

BigLittleWolf said...

The interplay of the feminine and masculine - however it suits us - is one of the loveliest dances around.

Delightful post.

Shelley said...

As always, James, a comforting, gentlemanly voice.

California Girl said...

you have a point.

Jennifer Williams said...

Loved this!

la fourchette said...

Lovely! I actually am a licensed Marriage and Family therapist and this is *great* advice! (Of course, it helps if the gentleman receiving such tender attention returns a degree of appreciation, mais bon...que sera sera!)

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