When I was growing up, my mother, Rapunzel, wasn't cool. She remained unemployed, grew a garden, canned our food, cooked all the meals, sewed for our home, read us stories, made do what we had, and homeschooled my brothers and me. That's not how things were done back in the late nineteen hundreds.
Rapunzel didn't talk much about the how the gen pop assigned her a lower-class status because of her way of life, but she wasn't stupid. She knew.
I was a little luckier, what with homesteading currently being in vogue. I live the lifestyle she did (except for my complete lack of Rapunzel's mad sewing skills) but it's trendy at this moment.
Now amidst businesses shutting down, schools being closed, and people getting quarantined during our fashionable new dreaded illness, Jeremy Renner is cushioned by fame and wealth but much of the public is scrambling to figure out how to live the way Rapunzel did all along.
Rapunzel's a pretty nice lady, and I try to be nice but it doesn't always work. I must admit, there's a part of me hoping that everyone who ever looked down on her runs out of toilet paper.
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