Real ladies don’t buy fakes.
It was an ad for expensive wardrobe fitments. Don’t you just despair of western-style culture sometimes?
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I’ve been trying to find the right words to make a post about the nature of the sacred. It would have meant treading a fine line if it was to avoid the potential for major misapprehension. I couldn’t find them, but I did realise something about myself in making the attempt:
I’ve always been able to face pain, and I’ve always been able to face terror. What I sometimes find impossible to face is horror, and I find horror in places which leave most people floundering for an explanation. Profaning what I hold to be sacred is one of them, and that isn’t as straightforward as it sounds, either. It’s why I didn’t make the post.