Dear Padrooga,

I am packing my bags and will be off to Yalta tomorrow with Mama. I have to say that I don't want to go! I don't want to go to Yalta! What is WRONG with me? I can't breath a word to Mama that I would rather stay in Kyiv and spend time with Zhenya. She will be very upset.

Zhenya got us a special mobile phone package and we can call each other for free now. In Kyiv that's serious business. Now we are calling each other every day and ask each other things that would be very banal to anyone else.

When I told Misha I changed my mobile phone number he had a fit. I think he suspects something is up. He is brooding now.

I am loosing my cool devoushka edge and falling in love. Send advice quick!

Love,
Elena

Russian Devoushki Photos

Travels of Stacey features a post with photos of Russian devoushki. The photo spread even includes a shot of a hole made in the asphalt by a stiletto heel. (I do think the shots of the street toilets belong in a separate post......One should never mix devoushki and toilet photos together.)

Is HRH the Duchess of Cornwall a Devoushka?

In my "Is She A Devoushka?" posts, we shall take a look at famous women and discuss whether they are a devoushka or not.

Is HRH the Duchess of Cornwall a Devoushka?

If the rumors are true that she sounded out the then Lady Diana Spencer after her engagement to Prince Charles and tried to ascertain just how much horse riding Lady Diana planned on doing during her married life, then that of course might be considered a bit of devoushka daring on the part of Camilla. However true blue she has been to Prince Charles, and however she got him to admit that he wished he was her tampon, (Let's hope she advised him to tuck the strings in.) I think in the long run, it's a safer to say that Duchess Camilla is NOT a devoushka. A real devoushka would have landed Prince Charles the first time around and have gone for the real power behind the throne. Riding boots grace this Duchess' feet, not stilettos.

What do my readers think?

Remembering Anya

In my sojourn to become a full fledged devoushka, (let me point out that the chromosome did not naturally develop in me, I had to be mentored) one of the most interesting devoushki I met was named Anya.

Anya had wild wavy hair and had so much devoushka attitude that it literally sat on her like an aura. One of my first experiences as a devoushka was listening to her conversation with another devoushka (in Russian of course) while she completely dissed her best padrooga's new foreign boyfriend, in front of him, without him understanding a word of what she was saying. Not having the 24th chromosome, I recognized that she WAS being completely rude as the other devoushka in question was also MY best padrooga and I would not diss my best padrooga's boyfriend EVER, even behind his back. Evil was creeping into Anya's heart. It was fascinating to listen to her speak with such confidence and outrage as she watched her best padrooga walk down the street holding her foreign boyfriend's hand. (Perhaps she was breaking some devoushka rule of being cold to the one you love most and was showing too much warmth to him too soon. I'm not clear on this rule.)

In the end, Anya went completely evil and lost her best padrooga and any potential friendship that I felt for her. But I do remember one great piece of advice she gave me about "choosing" in life. This advice pertained to choosing important things like men, clothes or coffee. "Once you find the best in life, why try anything else?"

Dear Padrooga,

Well I finally was able to buy my new mobile phone! Zhenya came back from the Crimea and went straight from the train to his work so he was no help in the area of helping me pick one out. I only knew that I had a price, a need for a photo camera in it and a color......pink.

I stomped in my stilettos to several different places and had several young men with light fuzz on their upper lip try to explain to me what was the best for my price range and finally made a decision.

I left the store and headed immediately for Maidan to hunt down some devoushki. As I left the metro I found three Mach 12 devoushki standing together. Perfect specimens for my readers! As I fumbled in my purse, they began to walk away. Let me tell you, I was loosing my devoushka cool trying to get my mobilka out of my purse while following them and trying to keep the attitude. I immediately realized that it is really going to be a challenge to get photos of these creatures as since I am one myself, I felt rather idiotic trying to follow them and take photos. I fell into their trail of men that were looking at their bare assets and found that none of them were paying any attention to me whatsoever!

The devoushki headed into a store with the flock of men following them before I could get the phone started and figure out how to use the camera.

My next attempt was at the metro platform. It was a bit dark but there was another lovely specimen. Not exactly a real Mach 12, this one was a trashy devoushka. She had black, laced leggings and a tight top with a shiny gold belt. A rather too wondery wonder bra pushing up some ample cleavage but her crowning glory was her hair. A long, thick fall of platinum white hair that was so fake you could spot the plastic chemicals in it from a far distance.

Again, a stumble with the purse, panic at being caught making a photo of another devoushka. (Would people think I wanted to copy her style or something? No way!) I tried, I really did. She walked in the train and I took a photo. When I looked at the image, a large babushka dressed in black had moved in front of her. Failed again!

I was a bit disheartened but realized that I will need to practice making photos in the name of devoushka journalism.

"Feminism is like any other 'ism,' communism, capitalism, fundamentalism.......In theory, they sound great, but in practice, they just don't work well. Better to go out and buy a new pair of shoes...."

--Quote from my Aunt Miraslava

Subtle Blog Shoving

CarpetBlogger is ready to give up blogging on devoushki. Is she intimidated? Is it a devoushka blog showdown or simply a case of subtle devoushki blog shoving?

Darling you are not a devoushka if you give up this easily!