About Trailer Park Girl Eats World
By opening this page, you’ve legally agreed to help me move a sofa someday.
NOW, AHEM.
If you thought this was going to be a newsletter written by a nice, tame, respectable person with a nice, tame, respectable ponytail, you are in so much trouble.
I’m Ash, and I’m a winged eyeliner-wearing, oversized jewelry donning, loud laughing, OG trailer park kid who made it out, became a writer, started traveling, and quickly realized that the things we eat, and the way we live, are teeny, tiny codes; miniature stories about class, about mobility, and about who gets to feel at home where—and who never quite does.
About taste as aspiration. About how taste is learned, borrowed, and occasionally faked.