Skylight

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Written by Priscilla Wong

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From my competitors:

 

Ma'am, have you ever stolen from yourself before?

 

When I say steal, I mean, infringe upon your own identity. Now, imagine if I were to cut out one of your eyes and use it as garnish in my martini.

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Have a sip. Tastes pretty good, doesn't it?

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Well here's the sad truth. Nobody wants to promote you because you're a Chinese girl who we would all rather steal from. It's called a glass ceiling.

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Get over it.

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That's why we keep telling you, it's best if you can just enjoy being beautiful.

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Because if we like what we see, we'll think about it. And we would rather not pay for it.

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We'll say, "If I really steal from a beggar girl, with a sad family story, who's already got fucked hard by all of her fellow cowboys, then might that make me a lowly piece of shit, just to make a dollar. Is that really what I want?"

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Then, I might shed a tear. A drop into that same martini glass, the one with your eye ball in it.

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Might sleep on it.

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Might say, sure I'll steal from her. I'll make sure that she never finds out. Who cares? She's a bitch. Fuck her.

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Might say, no. She ain't nobody who will go nowhere. That way, I might retain a bit of dignity, with a sense of moral pride. Would make me feel like a bonafide highborn N word, won't it?

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We shall see, won't we?

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