I am late to the Finishing School party, but OH MY LANDS AND STARS, what a find!
In this particular missive entitled, “How to Faint in a Manner That Attracts a Certain Gentlemen,” ladies learn to properly flutter eyelashes and swoon without mussing one’s gown.
If only I had known these fine suggestions when I was attempting to attract the attentions of Mr. Hersteria! No, my mute, purposeful blinking while staring directly into his eyes was mistook as my having a paralytic fit.
Oh, we laugh about it now.
(Thank you to Jim for the lead!)
Ladies, rev your engines! It’s Leap Day, and you know what that means: It’s the one day out of every four years that you can ask a man to marry you and not seem like a wayward whore.
In a custom that dates back to 5th-century Ireland, folks thought of Leap Day as a day that was sort of beyond the law. Tradition was out the window, and it became a veritable Wild West of love, ladies and gentlemen. You see, during leap years (but particularly on Leap Day), it was fine for a woman to act the aggressor. As one Irish site put it, “Consequently, women who were concerned about being ‘left on the shelf’ took advantage of this anomaly and proposed to the man they wished to marry.”
Not a love match? Then the fella better prepare to pay up. In 1288, Scottish law was supposedly passed stating that a woman could propose marriage in leap years, but if she was turned down, the man owed her a kiss, a silk gown, or a pair of gloves (take the dress!). In Denmark, scorned ladies came away with a dozen pairs of gloves.
Ladies lying in wait.
Men, it’s time for you to slug back a Leap Year highball, and get ready to grin and bear it. Happy Leap Day!
(Thank you to Bridget for the tip! And happy birthday to Lori!)