I am a cliché

[ablutiions]

Standing on the service station forecourt doing a few yogic stretches on our drive to holiday, I realised that I'm a cliché:

Middle aged Londoner, heading for a West Country holiday in my small eco friendly(ish) car, wearing a Boden cardi, and 'trendy' mum trainers with a flowery real cotton face mask dangled from my wrist. having eaten sourdough toast for breakfast. Oh, and carrying a chilly water bottle, natch.

And usually I'd be in France, but you know, Covid and all that.

Anyone else a walking cliché?

@Doifollowrule
If it’s 15 mins from central London 1 mil is a cheap house.

@PropertyFlipper

Lovely opportunity for some of you to big yourselves up, la-queen style here. Ridiculous nonsense.

I'll bet she's here already 😏😁

@DazzlePaintedBattlePants

PMSL at all the Irish claiming the moral high ground. Ireland is the most passremarking place I know with far more herd like behaviour. Class and social snobbery is rife!

Is it?? Maybe in SCD but not out in the sticks!!

@peaceanddove I thought you sounded great in your op. There was definitely a firm tongue in cheek when you wrote your post. I think we would be mates and I’m very picky.

Is this where humble brags come to die?

I am a fat ugly old woman with bad teeth and tits that reach my waist.

Can I join the cliche club?

@peaceanddove ah, I’m sorry to hear that. You won’t remember me but I think we knew each other way back in the BGH days. I hope you stay healthy and happy

I can tell you that BitOfFun would not have liked her name being used in this way.

Would you indeed.

@LimoncelloSpritz

It's the lovely BitofFuns birthday today. She didn't have the privileges that many have boasted about but still managed to be a better person for all that. And cancer took her far too soon. PeaceAnddove, the fact you are using BC as a excuse to get past the criticism of the overt bragging you did on this thread makes me sick. Your's is cured.

BitOfFun's passing was a tragedy. She was always so warm and gracious.

But please don't tell me my cancer is cured FFS when not even my oncologist can tell me that. After a cancer diagnosis, the cancer is always there whether that's physically or psychologically.

I'm sorry about the breast cancer but the bragging was hideous and very self important

@LimoncelloSpritz Yes I bloody would. I am not mumsnet known but she was a very good friend of mine in real life. I can tell you she’d hate what you said.

You can be working class and comfortable financially. The two worlds of the classes aren't so polarised. I grew up working class and we were comfortable and I am raising my own children working class and have never experienced near poverty, even as a single mother with no help from the father.

@Miseryl

You can be working class and comfortable financially. The two worlds of the classes aren't so polarised. I grew up working class and we were comfortable and I am raising my own children working class and have never experienced near poverty, even as a single mother with no help from the father.

But you're not a cliche are you Miseryl?

I'm nobody's cliche. You can't pigeonhole me because I wear certain clothes or drink nice coffee (which I do) ((not the clothes though))

Perhaps I am a cliche because I don't brag in a smug way about what I have got ?

If my children behaved like some of these posters today I would be disgusted with them

@peaceanddove I'm surprised you forgot to mention your kitchen stairs!

Middle aged woman with no kids here - I am a cat woman and yes I am judging you

I’ve been very cliched this last couple of hours as a footie fan.
Fuck me I swore at the telly. And wore my colours. And cheered like a nutter.

@HelloMissus
You had me at fried egg sandwich and spectacular boobs, I’m now making you my best friend. Unless you put red sauce on your sarnie. Then you’re downgraded to acquaintance, because one has standards.

Breton tops though. Do people buy them or do they just turn up when you hit forty? I have one in my wardrobe and for the life of me cannot remember buying the bloody thing. I’m an Aldi jeggings and Band T-shirt kind of woman. Are Breton tops the middle class version of a Sports Direct mug and just spontaneously appear?

HoneyDragon brown sauce!!!!

Wow if clichéd also means copying others/no individuality then I'm so glad I'm not clichéd 😘

HelloMissus oh thank goodness. That’s more than acceptable.

I’m not a cliche and I don’t acquaint with such middle class dullards and their fuckery
I have evaded and dodged their craziness, their batshit falling in and outs and their endless brags about their horsey sporty tutored to fuck children

Sheesh, some of the comments in this thread are just so incredibly dull.

Anyone can pretend to belong to a certain cultural tribe using mass consumerism, I prefer to talk to people who think for themselves and have their own tastes rather than those they've bought from others.

I also prefer people who don't indulge in such blatant false self-deprecation but I guess that's just me.

@peaceanddove

Hell yeah, I'm clichéd up to the hilt and love it.

Privately and university educated. Happily married to a successful company director. Both teenage daughters attended a top performing village primary, followed by a top performing girls' grammar school. Eldest DD off to art school this September to study Fine Art & Photography.

We live in a big Georgian house, in the middle of a naice village. Interiors are all about Farrow & Ball and John Lewis, with Laura Ashley curtains (I paid extra to have the curtains hand finished by someone called Blodwen at their Welsh factory, which is the height of privileged twattery). We have a cleaner and a gardener, obvs.

Groceries come from Waitrose or M&S or Cook, but we eat out a lot at the weekend. I have just started yoga in the village and obviously look a complete cliche in my Boden yoga gear + matching yoga mat (yes, really).

We should have been on holiday in the Italian Lakes last month, but because of Covid we booked a frou frou Shepherd's Hut in Cornwall instead - of course it had an outdoor firepit and a Gaggia coffee machine. Obviously, I packed my Seasalt bretons, my Lotta from Stockholm clogs and my Toast white linen shirts (because, yes, I have an actual Cornwall holiday wardrobe as opposed to my Italian holiday wardrobe which is a tad more glamorous).

Right now, I'm wearing silk mix, paisley PJs which I 'sourced' (not just bought) from Etsy while drinking coffee and chatting with DD2 about her possibly doing a year out in Paris to polish her French as she wants to study French + Economics at university. Luckily, my cousin's DH is French and they keep a bijou apartment in Paris where she can stay. Which is nice.

[implodes in a torrent of her own clichéd cuntiness]

I will forgive you all of this if you promise never to 'source' anything ever again. Repeat in the mirror after morning meditation and before Waitrose detox elderflower tea and overnight oats with fresh berries: I bought it. I just bought it.