This is so evocative, I feel like I was there. The descriptions of the "too much stuff" are poetic and memorable. My favorite line: "The shopping had begun to hurt." The sampling of things you passed on your walkabout is surreal. A baby being slapped--horrific and heartbreaking. The last paragraph and line are brilliant. I love how you always widen out to the bigger picture.
You don't cast judgement, but your neutral observations still reveal things about our society that they maybe weren't comfortable putting forth. And maybe because you're white.
I love you, Cintra and adore your writing. But this one is weird. It’s harder to swallow when the fascination and disdain is from a white and former fashion writer.
“A large Caribbean man looked me in the eye and continued undoing his pants in the women's bikini section.” “Continued” being the operative word.
BALLER
Insanely vivid. Cintra, you short-circuit my faculties with your wet finger in the outlet prose!
This is so evocative, I feel like I was there. The descriptions of the "too much stuff" are poetic and memorable. My favorite line: "The shopping had begun to hurt." The sampling of things you passed on your walkabout is surreal. A baby being slapped--horrific and heartbreaking. The last paragraph and line are brilliant. I love how you always widen out to the bigger picture.
Thank you girl!! I can't figure out why The Cut rejected this piece, honestly.
You don't cast judgement, but your neutral observations still reveal things about our society that they maybe weren't comfortable putting forth. And maybe because you're white.
Wise
I love you, Cintra and adore your writing. But this one is weird. It’s harder to swallow when the fascination and disdain is from a white and former fashion writer.
Appreciate your input, but I swear to God, it was all straight reportage. Blame life.