
“I don’t want ever to be a man.
I want always to be a little boy and to have fun.”
Peter Pan (J. M, Barrie, 1860-1937)
“The surprising thing about young fools
is how many survive to become old fools.”
Doug Larson (1902-1981)
“He that is good for making excuses
is seldom good for anything else.”
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)
My Dear Vulgarian Miss,
This week I am going to discuss that humbug of the marriage mart, the Manolescent. This is a fellow of any age who shirks adult responsibilities. He is not to be confused with a timid Mama’s Boy, though he lives easily enough at Mama’s expense. No, this fellow masquerades as the quintessential fun-loving bachelor. He’s the life of the party and everyone’s pal, until it is time to pick up the check. Then he disappears.
Even a spendthrift gentleman picks up the check! (One must maintain appearances, after all.) Marry a Manolescent to your peril.
• A hallmark of the Manolescent is obvious self-absorption.
• He delights in airing his opinions. He has a braying laugh.
• He is often obsessed with sports and, in your day, the television.
• His favorite beverage is beer. “The more, the better,” he says. *shudder*
• He does not become drunk, he becomes “awesome.”
• His vocabulary is commonplace until he’s offended, and then he curses.
• If he has a job, he does not earn enough to support his habits.
• And yet the Manolescent has a collection of “toys:” a truck, boat, etc.
• He often has a girlfriend in tow, a “Wendy” who hopes to reform him.
• He, on the other hand, is always on the lookout for someone better.
• The Manolescent has the bad taste to boast, in mixed company, of sexual prowess.
• Some care so little about personal hygiene! How are such intimacies tolerable?
• Khaki shorts, a t-shirt with a slogan, and cap worn athwart, are his uniform.
• He will mock events that you enjoy, such as the symphony or New York Fashion Week.
• Which is just as well, for you can’t take him anywhere civilized.
Whether nobly-born or hoi polloi, this shabby excuse for a man will make a miserable husband. And unless you have a pocket deep enough to support him–which you do not, else why would you seek to marry well?–you should avoid him like the plague. Or else prepare to spend the best years of your life working day and night to pay his way…while he amuses himself elsewhere. Guard your precious virtue, my dear, and send the Manolescent on his merry way.
Cordially yours in the upward climb,
Sir Walter Elliot, Bart

Sir Walter Elliot shares advice
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Copyright (c) Laura Hile, 2012