Privileged Parsnip: white and wealthy
“Ooh this one’s hot!” says one turnip bum to her husband while entering the tranquility of the outdoor spa steam pool in her black frilly bathing suit that a saleswoman said was slimming. She continues, unabashedly breaking the silence with her nasal drivel, “When Carol said that to me, I just didn’t know what to do. You know I’ve tried to be nice but this really – (blah blah blah blah)” She continues jabbering for another five minutes straight. The people around her don’t say anything, they just sort of glide away, like good long suffering Canadian mermaids. I seethe,…
