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