My most memorable job? Working for the Meat-a-Mat during my senior year of high school, 1947. Not only did I feel sophisticated working there (we were across from the train station—ah, the allure of travel!), but I also, occasionally, as we said back then, got lucky with our female customers. Though I cut down my meat consumption decades ago (I turn ninety this year), I gotta admit that the finest cuts look damned impressive, and they make you look that way, too, when you sell them. You can’t say that about, say, carrots, despite how they improve your eyesight.
Seeing that Jeff’s blog featured Le Hoppy Merchant, in which that black-and-white drawing of the yarmulked, hook-nosed, black-bearded Jew gleefully rubbing his hands together, a drawing the alt-right called Le Happy Merchant, had turned into a purple Easter bunny, with even the yarmulke and beard purple, reminded Taylor once more that the alt-right sucked. As head of REAL (Republicans Everywhere Are Lit), an organization aimed at Millennials, she knew that reclaiming wokeness from the Democrats required an avoidance of stupidity and an embrace of inclusiveness toward everyone, even Muslims and Latinx. (Plus that creep Jeff had kept hitting on her.)