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10 February 2011
Concerning Pet Fanciness
An esteemed member of the FFC has raised an interesting question that left me clutching my pearl necklace and scratching my powdered wig in contemplation for hours. "My cat: Fancy enough?" he mused. Where does fanciness fit into the animal world, especially when it comes to the furry friends of the fancy: pets. I would ask our colleague to consider this: Did you put the crown on your feline? If so, YOU, sir, are fancy. If she chose it, SHE is fancy. But is she classy? Your classiness, however, is beyond question if you are the owner of such a majestic beast.
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Fancy Versus Classy: Must a Distinction Be Made?
A recent conversation with a distinguished--and "defunct"-- member of the FFC confirmed that the answer is "yes, indeed". Consider the limousine. Of course, with its spacious and private leather seating, ready access to chilled spirits, and deferring chauffeur, this form of transportation is no doubt fancy. But is it classy? Unfortunately, these vehicles have gained popularity with certain unsavory groups--namely, highschool prom goers and rowdy bachelorettes--and cannot, therefore, be considered classy. Now, there is the case of Frank Sinatra. Well-cut suits, swanky dining, a savvy clique, and of course, a smooth voice made for the subtle art of charm, all come to mind. But then again, so does womanizing, baseball bat threats, and New York City hot dogs. Ol' Blue Eyes is simultaneously blue collar and "top drawer". So while Mr. Sinatra may be classy, he is decidedly not fancy. In fact, referring to Frank as "fancy" may have gotten the FFC little more than a promise of a visit from a goon squad. There is, of course, a third category, the FFC should revere and strive to meet and to define it, I will give an example and say little more. Egyptian cotton 1500 thread count sheet sets are both classy and fancy--and tasteful.
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09 February 2011
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