A few days ago I used one of the public computer terminals at Droitwich library, Worcestershire.
Sitting at the terminal next to me was a young girl – about 12 or 13 years old.
She had about her all of the chav trademarks: the shiny tracksuit, the stupidly large hoopy earings, the stuck-on-sideways ponytail, the layered on by trowel makeup, and the trademark chav chewing-gum action that resembled a cow chewing its cud.
I think that underneath this street-cred camouflage was probably quite a pretty girl, but the truth is I had no sure-fire way of being certain.
I sat there looking at the reflection of this 21st century bad-taste android in the glass in front of me and wondered whether or not her parents were pleased with how she’s turning out.
p.s. She spent the whole time watching music videos on youtube!
Or more worryingly the fact that you were sat there trying to decide how attractive a 12 year old girl really was 😛
I can’t help it. If I see someone wearing a mask I automatically want to know what they’re like beneath it.
I’m also interested in why someone would want to conceal their features behind a layer of Max Factor so thick you could plant potatoes in it.