I guess it's trendy, these days, to marginalize our mothers' experiences and citrus fruits and what have you.
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I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment, but I couldn't throw this out without sharing. It's the label thingy from a bag of grapefruit--NOT your MOTHER'S Grapefruit, as it clearly specifies. My mother isn't a housewife from the 50s (or a cartoon character, unfortunately--would have been fun, growing up with a cartoon mom) so not sure I would have made that assumption.
Oh, and in case you can't see the little letters above "Florida Ruby," they spell out: The Health and Beauty of the Modern Grapefruit.
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