I am a pear, I believe Francesca is an apple. I don’t know what Twistie is, but knowing her she’s probably some sort of exotic heirloom aubergine, pan-seared and served with capers and an onion marmalade reduction. Of course this whole “divide the world into two fruits” thing is mostly nonsense, but for the sake of this argument, let’s pretend it’s not.
I didn’t notice until a few weeks ago –you know how I feel about thinking about people who aren’t me– that there’s a bit of frisson between pears and apples in the big girl world. Is that true? Do pears really have it better/easier/whateverer than apples?
Not that I want to incite big girl on big girl violence –it’s not that kind of website– but in my extremely limited scope of things, but I suspect apples get the fuzzy end of the lollipop pretty much across the board, except when it comes to sheath dresses. It takes a hell of a lot of voodoo to make a sheath work on a serious pear.
So apples, I’m genuinely curious. Do you have it rougher? Pears, weigh in (see what I did there?) with your thoughts too.