My Mother’s logical Argument, Braids and Time Travel

Mother (viciously brushing my hair and making a braid): …you girls don’t know how to make proper braids yet! Kuch seekh lo. (Please learn something) Stop looking like a homeless person.

I analyze myself in the mirror.

Me: I look like I’m going off to sell milk in the market and it is 1950.

Mother: Better than homeless person!