Some of you may have had a brief visual introduction to her on Instagram.
Anyways, she has arrived in Constantia and has decided that my blog isn’t worth reading because it is so “blanched.” I thought she meant as in, “Blanche Dubois” but sadly that is not the case. And she is such a dominant cow that she won’t let me write any more for awhile. What follows is Predator Speak. (She thinks she can write but she can’t). (She has a foul mouth and she drinks irresponsibly). (She probably smokes too but I can’t say for sure). (And she litters).
P: Yo. I read a blog about someone’s extended holiday somewhere exotic where the slaves are all happy and the owners are all benevolent. I thought I would puke. Little context here — Constantia was designated a “whites only” district in the 50’s or 60’s or something. I don’t really care about details so don’t expect accuracy in that regard. And that was only after it was farmed by a couple hundred slaves in the 1600’s so when you drink the wine from there it is like drinking blood. And when you love the white town just remember its been white washed. Just saying. Yah, I realize there were lots of slaves everywhere and I’m not saying never drink the wine. Obviously.
Sara and Sean have already put there kids in tennis, water polo, horseback riding and squash and fuck, one of them has a personal trainer. Why not try to do something of consequence you upper middle class privileged pieces of white joy. Ok, let’s just say, maybe take off the sunglasses for a few minutes.
Framing by sara marino
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