Why We Love, and Hate, 'Honey Boo Boo'
Perusing magazines in the grocery checkout line recently, screaming headlines promised all the gritty details about:
- The Secretary of State "dirty dancing" with another woman;
- (2) Reality show Teen Moms "star" admits to drug abuse in a "tell all" interview; and
- (More) of the "inside story" of the affair between the young star of those vampire movies and her (married) director.
As my gaze wanders over the tabloid covers, I become aware of a real-life drama mounting ahead of me. The woman in front of me in line is tossing—you might say flinging—the items she's just unloaded from her cart back into it.
Froot Loops. Diet Sprite. A bag of Red Delicious apples.
She sighs loudly, and when our eyes meet, she nods toward the person in front of her and rolls her eyes with practiced contempt.
The object of her scorn speaks to the cashier with the careful grammar of a person who knows the rules of English well but was not born into a family that speaks it.
"I am sorry," she says. "What is the matter?"
"You can't get this," the clerk answers curtly, holding up a box of cereal.
"Pardon me, please," the customer says. "I do not understand."
"Look here!" the clerk answers, holding the box up higher. "The second ingredient in here is sugar! It's sugar cereal. You can't do that with WIC."
My outraged line-mate maneuvers around me, mumbling under her breath, "For the love of God."
Customers in adjacent checkout lines stare at the woman who's had the audacity to buy sweetened cereal with her welfare ...1