I was in Target yesterday looking for a swimsuit cover-up for one of the girls. A 15ish-year-old girl and her Mom were in the swimsuit section as well.
Daughter: “Here it is…this is the one Katie has, Mom. Can I get this one if they have my size?”
Mom (glancing at the swimsuit): “No. Katie’s a whore.”
Daughter: “Mom! You can’t say that! She’s your niece!”
Mom: “I know that. Her Mom’s a whore, too. And I can say it. I can say it even louder, if I want to. Keep looking… you’re not wearing a whore suit.”
We can’t choose our family, y’all. We can choose not to wear whore suits, though, and that’s something.