Miss Representation

Last night I walked past a franchised sandwich shop in the concourse under my office building.

There was a beautiful woman behind the counter, a pale complexion, in her early 20s with flowing black hair and impeccable makeup. This surprised me, as the usual staff was NEVER Caucasian, always haggard, and never pretty (to me). Of course there was a plastic sandwich in her hand that looked much better than the real thing, the pedestrian path was full of cameras, tripods, a makeup table, and those umbrellas that deflect and reflect light.

Seriously – no runway-model-looking woman is going to be slaving away making a McSub for minimum wage, in an outfit that costs more than 2 weeks of her salary.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of beautiful women (I married one after all), but really – can we stretch the truth a little farther? How about some reality please? I’d be just as likely to buy my lunch there if the Cashier Troll was in the photograph– we see her everyday anyway…