Parasite and the smell of poverty

[Spoiler alert: Do not read if you haven’t watched the film].

Image credits: NYT / Neon

Years ago, my grandmother handed a bar of soap to the cleaning lady at our home, as she was leaving after work. The lady smiled smugly as she took the soap, being reminded of the odour she brought into the home. My grandmother hoped the soap would resolve the situation, but the solution was short-lived. She and her unique smell were inseparable.