I tell you what makes me fucking angry - the fact that people used to be PROUD of being working class, and that working class people WERE interested in politics and literature and all that, and now it's a fucking INSULT it makes me SO MAD (can you tell?!)
There's this incredible book - can't remember title or author sorry!) - by a woman brought up in the 30s in the New Forest. Proper working class, as in, her father was a manual labourer, her mother took in washing - and one of her most abiding memories is of her Dad reading them the Pickwick Papers, and buying Socialist newspapers and instigating long debates on politics.
My Dad was born and brought up in a South London slum (more or less: it was one of those endless rows of terraced houses that got demolished in the 50s) and left school with no qualifications, but that didn't stop him going to the Proms for tuppence ha'penny or whatever.
If ONE MORE PERSON uses the phrase 'Working Class' to suggest ignorant, ill-educated, feckless etc. I will fucking COMBUST.
You know what's worse than being WORKING CLASS? Being fucking VULGAR, that's what. Actually caring what people think of your shoes, or whether, if you turn the kitchen lights on, everyone can see your new granite kitchen worksurfaces, and buying a fucking 4x4 to take your children to school three yards round the corner, and being rude to waiting staff, and clutching your pearls at the thought of buying stuff second hand...
Lots of love from Headbanger (Owns her own piano, can make patchwork quilts, about to finish a PhD, but has NEVER BEEN SKIING and gets her toasters from Argos not John fucking Lewis and is, quite proudly, WORKING CLASS).
And I'm spent.
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