Review of Emily Post's Etiquette, 17th EditionWritten by Sherri Allen
"Emily Post's Etiquette, 17th Edition" is not your grandmother's guide to manners. The most respected authority on all things proper since 1922, "Emily Post's Etiquette" has been completely rewritten by Peggy Post, Emily Post's great-granddaughter-in-law, to help you conduct yourself with courtesy appropriate for today's contemporary living.In "Emily Post's Etiquette, 17th Edition," Post offers advice for handling modern situations such as online dating,"blended" families and breastfeeding or pumping at office. Guidelines are given for using high-tech devices like cell phones, e-mail, and instant messaging. There is even a discussion on inappropriateness of displaying body piercings at a job interview. Fortunately, when updating book to address modern advances and changes, Post did not disregard situations and concerns that have remained important through years. "Emily Post's Etiquette, 17th Edition" is packed with timeless advice on matters such as table manners, introductions, displaying flag and responding to invitations. Entertaining, planning and attending weddings and communication are covered in detail. Most people will find guidelines in chapter titled "The Finer Points of Tipping" very useful. There's even a section on Official Protocol, so you'll know how to behave if you are ever invited to White House.
| | Soccer Cultist!Written by Ed Williams
Man, I’m really worried about one of my two buddies in Brotherhood, Hugh Foskey! That’s right, I’m really worried about Fosk these days. Hugh, along with Ray Pippin and myself, form “The Brotherhood,” most elite social organization in world. Our membership list has totaled just three since 1976, and you can‘t get much more exclusive than a club with only three members. Ray and Hugh are my two best friends, so if something goes wrong for one of them it automatically becomes a concern for me. And that brings me around to what’s going on with Hugh these days. Used to, Hugh and I would occasionally get together to watch a ballgame, grab some Nu-Ways, or just talk some smack about who hottest woman in America is. Nowadays, I’m lucky if we get in a few minutes on telephone every few days. Frankly, this situation has concerned me, so I decided to do a little undercover work to see just what’s going on. What I’ve found has really shocked me, but, being professional investigative journalist that I am, I’m going to let all my readers in on sordid truth behind what’s monopolizing Hugh’s time. Bottom line, Hugh’s joined a cult. I know it’s shocking, and I know it’s something that’s hard for y’all to believe, but Hugh’s involved in a cult. It’s something called “Youth Soccer,” and it’s got him wrapped him up like a newspaper does a freshly caught brim. Hugh’s into it bad, and I don‘t know if I’ll ever get him out of it. If I call him up on a Saturday and ask him to go to a ballgame, he’ll inform me that Ross or Will (his two sons, both are proud SOBs, Sons Of The Brotherhood) have “Saturday morning indoor games.” Other times he’ll tell me that they’re “playing a rec league Thursday night tournament game,” or that they’re having “an out-of-towner” way off in another city. Honestly, I think Hugh and his boys are playing soccer seven days a week, and, on top of that, soccer season apparently runs year round, as Hugh openly admits that his boys play from early February on up ‘til up around Thanksgiving. When Thanksgiving comes, they take off for a few weeks, get a bunch of new soccer gear for Christmas, and then they start it up all over again in February. Frankly, I’ve never seen Hugh so enmeshed in something, it’s so bad that I‘m starting to think that a bunch of naked Amazonian women standing on sidelines couldn‘t get him off a soccer field.
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