I guess it's trendy, these days, to marginalize our mothers' experiences and citrus fruits and what have you.
![](//4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCacGalo0YA/Va275vuP1xI/AAAAAAAAGc4/lw54AKuIJ7M/s320/Jul%2B20%252C%2B2015%2B11%253A26%253A25%2BPM.jpg) |
I don't know what this means! |
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.
![](//1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxbX36SJClE/Va29uqG3RKI/AAAAAAAAGdE/6Rwz-_KS1rc/s320/Jul%2B20%252C%2B2015%2B11%253A34%253A14%2BPM.jpg) |
et puis en français |
No comments:
Post a Comment