Impeccable manners imply power, enhance elegance, and define style. ZooZoo exudes these things, and at the heart of it lies, what Miss Manners describes as, Excruciatingly Correct Behavior.
Does style matter, if, in the finest clothes and sleek cars, attitude conceals inner wealth with a glaze of rudeness, a crust of impropriety, or a sheen of belligerence? Too often we’ve heard of, though never associated with, accidental millionaires whose daddies deliver allowances and gratuities based, never on politeness, on almost-friendly behavior, and encouraging, perhaps through lack of principle, the development of rude and bastardy behavior. We would that they were better men. We cannot live that way.
We crave politeness. It perfectly places, upon the threads we wear, a halo of refinement, an aura of politeness, a perfect accompaniment to our wealthy attitudes. We manifest politeness when we use our words, conveying any message and all tales, even when we quote impropriety, with perfect manners. We therefore honor our style, decadent or refined as our tastes may be, with the elegance and grace of good manners.