An event in Nice that I didn;t want to talk about

Ok, this is something I want to share with people, cos I’ve ranted about it to Carole often enough over the last few weeks, and I’ve got to get it off my chest, as I’m going to obsess about it otherwise. It concerns an event that I observed when in Nice, and it makes me question the ‘niceness’ of the people who live there.

After a wonderful day of wandering around the place in glorious sunshine, we were heading back to the train station, and happened to find ourselves in a large clothes store. There, whilst I was waiting for Carole, I encountered 2 British expats – a mother (about 40-something) and a daughter (about 14), who were shopping for clothes in the aisle just opposite where I was waiting.

The thing is that the mother was buying the skimpiest see-through clothes for the daughter that I have ever encountered in my life, despite the daughters protestations. To make matters worse, when the daughter complained that she “didn’t want to wear that to the party”, her mother replied with something along the lines of “people won’t be looking at it, they’ll be looking at you in it, and that way you’ll get a nice boy to marry you”.

Now on hearing this, I have to tell you, I felt pretty d*mn sick. But what do you do in the circumstances?

S