Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Pepper Potts Explains It All For You

And now it's time for installment #53 in the continuing advice column

Pepper Potts Explains


Hello, Pepperheads! It's me, your fabulous role model, Pepper Potts, with another column of my internationally syndicated lifestyle column for the go-getter young woman of the 21st century. If you've been reading my advice, you're modern, stylish, sexy, fantastic, and best of all, inside and out you're Pepperiffic! Because a Pepper Girl doesn't just moan about what she wants...she takes it! Yeah! Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too? Don't think too hard, girls—the answer: yes.

Let's take a look at today's letter, from a Miss J. Foster of Manhattan, New York!
Dear Pepper,

I'm desperately in love with my handsome boss—a prestigious New York doctor—but he never seems to have eyes for me aside from business! It's always "Nurse Foster, bring me those files," or "Nurse Foster, please bring in the next patient," or "Nurse Foster, isn't that the Mighty Thor over there?" I try to corner him in the off hours to chat with him, but he closes his door, plays his recording of a thunderstorm, and when I go in to see him, the window is open and he's gone! Worse yet, the only time he perks up around a woman is the times when this six-foot tall Danish or Swedish brunette drops by to visit him, wearing this god-awful white miniskirt dress with a purple cape and (get this) carrying a sword! Then he's all "come in, my dear," and "how lovely to see you again." How do I fix it so that Scandanavian buttinski goes back to her wooden shoes and her tulips, leaving the handsome Donald Bl doctor I referred to earlier all to myself?
J. Foster, you poor dope. Snap out of it! This hunky love-object doctor of yours is obviously so attractive to gorgeous Amazon women that he couldn't beat them away with a wooden cane, even if he had one! So it's time for you to use all the feminine wiles and pepperosity at your command. Why, I myself was in a similar situation recently when my boss, Mister "S," hired a curvy new assistant who vamped her way across the office trying to get into his pants and his heart. Uh-uh, you Russian floozy! Only one who gets to touch Mr. "S"'s heart is yours pepper-truly.

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So, as i instruct my Pepperheads to do in every eventuality: do what Pepper does. Confuse the little harlot, whether she's from Moscow or Reykjavik, by baffling her wee little strumpet senses—just tell her an out-and-out fib. Like she's gonna even know...her bra is bigger than her brains!

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Panels from Tales of Suspense #51 (March 1964), written by Stan Lee, pencils and inks by Don Heck, letters by Artie Simek


Then, to keep the Muscovite Minx from checking your tiny, harmless, little white...it's not even a fib, it's a figure of speech...just make sure that she thinks your boss has no interest in her, her fabulous body and her enormous pointy bosoms:

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Later, of course, when your boss checks to see if Miss Jezebel Tartmeister stopped by, you can say with complete honesty and candor that there certainly hasn't been a beautiful woman by to see him. You don't even have to keep your fingers crossed, because we all know beauty comes not only from our fabulous designer clothes, expensive hairstyles, and elaborate make-up, but also from "inside." You know, that spleen operation you had last year so that he'd take notice of what a beautiful spleen you had, in the hopes that some day he'd hold you in his manly arms and whisper, "Why, Miss Potts, what a gorgeous spleen you have." Like he ever notices.

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In no time at all it'll be you escorting Mr. "S" to that afternoon cheap-seat matinee of Wicked! Make sure he buys you the big popcorn, that cheapskate!

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However: beware the dreaded switcharoo:

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So there you go, Nurse Foster...a clever mistruth, a caustic insult, a classic bit of misdirection, and don't forget cutting her brake lines, and you'll be hopping into the boss's lap in no time! Say goodbye to the dreary working week and hello to Fabulous City, Arizona in your new role as The Boss's Wife! It's Pepper-tested and Pepper-approved, and if it doesn't work for you, you obviously fudged it all up. So don't forget there's always a plan B:

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So until next time...stay fabulous, stay sexy, stay Pepperiffic, girls!


1 comment:

SallyP said...

Pepper not only writes well, she's obviously LIVED through it!

More!