Backstory: I dated brothers, years apart and rather unsuccessfully. When it was clear that things weren’t going to work out with brother #2, my mom consoled me with this gem of advice.

Mom: Let them eat saltiness
Mom: Saltines
Me: What do you mean by let them eat sardines?
Mom: Saltines. White bread crackers
Me: I still am not getting it. What do the saltines represent?
Mom: Let them eat cake was wrong but they need commoner food
Mom: They need a bland, non exciting, non high maintenance woman. As Marie Antionette said. Let them eat cake. But I changed it.