de­tails the rise and fall of the world’s favourite It girl.

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Most of the fa­mous leg­ends – tales of hu­man strug­gle, love and loss, glory and con­quest, of iso­la­tion and some­times re­demp­tion – hap­pened long, long ago. There are so many “clas­sic hits”. Mi­das and his golden touch. Ulysses and… what­ever he did. Romeo and Juliet, the star-crossed lovers.

The rea­son these sto­ries have en­dured is, no mat­ter how an­cient the tale, the lessons con­tained ned within never get old. They il­lu­mi­nate mi­nate some­thing of the hu­man con­di­tion that de­fies time andnd place.

So it’s quite e thrilling – and ter­ri­fy­ing – to re­alise you’re wit­ness­ing such ch an event in your own life­time. ife­time. An epic story of dizzy­ing heights and an n in­evitable, spec­tac­u­lar fall ll from grace. A uni­ver­sal rsal and heart­break­ing g tale of tri­umph and de­spair. Of an It girl who be­came came a pariah.

I speak, of course, of the Tale of Sugar.

Once upon a time, you see, Sugar wass the most pop­u­lar girl in n town.

Ev­ery­body loved her. Sugar was fun,n, and lovely – just the sweet­estetest thing you could ev­err meet. She was in­vited too ev­ery meal; ev­ery party. Chil­dren­hil­dren adored her; adults dults craved her com­pany. And no won­der. Sugar was not just a per­fect guest, she was also the per­fect host­ess. Ev­ery­thing she made was de­li­cious. Her desserts were un­for­get­table. So were her pasta sauces, her milk­shakes and Coca-cola-soaked Christ­mas ham. Her break­fast gra­nola was stun­ning. She could even make grape­fruit de­li­cious. She was al­most mag­i­cal in her abil­ity to make any­thing taste good. Not only that – she made ev­ery­one feel goo good. This love af­fair with Sug Sugar seemed like it would never end. B But then the whis­pers started. I think it was one morn­ing, just as she w was putting the fin­ish­ing touche touches on some of her fa­mous brea break­fast maple-glazed, lem lemon-curd, Oreo-stuffed cron cronuts. “Watch out fo for Sugar,” some­one said. ““She’s not as nice as she m makes out.” “You know w what?” said some­one else else. “I al­ways feel weird af­ter I’ve seen her. And I think she’s t try­ing to sleep with my hus hus­band.” OK. That last b bit was RE­ALLY weird. Bu But you can see what has ha hap­pened here right? A few mum­blings, a f few mur­murs and an idea has started to gather mo­men­tum: t that our beloved Suga Sugar is not as sweet as she seems.

Sugar didn’t want the best for her friends. She pre­tended to be a friend, but she was ac­tu­ally a foe. She was sneaky. She was aw­ful. She was toxic. Sugar lit­er­ally made them sick.

Her best friends turned against her. They started avoid­ing her. They called her “white poi­son” (which also sounded ter­ri­bly racist) and started hang­ing out in­stead with oth­ers who’d been mi­nor mem­bers of Sugar’s posse, like Ste­via and Agave. Sugar would see them all on In­sta­gram, at par­ties and din­ners she had been ex­cluded from.

It hurt. Sugar would lie in bed weep­ing. Some days, she was so filled with an­guish and de­spair, she could not move. On those days her hus­band would come in with a cup of tea and a lov­ing rub of the back. “Do you mind if I go out, dar­ling?” It was an­other cruel irony. As the once-beloved Sugar fell from grace, her hus­band Kale, a self-righ­teous, killjoy, wowser-es­pous­ing loser, had never been more pop­u­lar.

I guess you just never can tell.

“Once upon a time, Sugar was the most pop­u­lar It girl in town”

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