In response to my fury over proposed changes in UK immigration policies, a friend suggests that my younger child, as a thin winsome and anachronistic sort of chap, could qualify for residence by pursuing jobs like coal mining, or maybe, chimney sweeping.
The elder offspring, already an “official” adult and therefore much more in need of a job under proposed guidelines, despite not yet finishing her high school education, could pursue a career in “personal services.” Because she is, ya know, smoking hot and all. This of course ignores the inconvenient fact that she is a certified genius, and her time might be much better devoted to a PhD.
When I inquired about my own status he replied If I were Immigration Czar I’d let in everyone with big breasts.
Now that would be an interesting heuristic.
Perhaps all immigration policy should be predicated on aesthetics, changing with each relevant administration, therefore allowing all the different tastes and fetishes to cycle through…..