The conglomerate has never stopped accusing me of being shallow and conniving to get at the money of rich people.
It has never accused even one rich person for having been interested in me because I was beautiful. I get blamed for my beauty, past and what's left of it at the present, as if what I look like is all part of my evil Cinderella scheme.
The conglomerate's rationale for how it treats me seems to be that, of course, I'm a lying, dirty slut who just wants other people's money, and, of course, all of the voyeurism toward me can be excused as the natural result of curiosity about what I look like naked. My motives for everything that I do must be bad, while the conglomerate's motives for everything that it does are just the result of perfectly understandable and even praiseworthy emotions.
It's not as if I could ever deserve to be something other than desperately poor.
Copyright L. Kochman, September 2, 2015 @ 5:30 p.m./additions @ 5:39 p.m./addition @ 5:41 p.m.
