to not understand appeal of Caitlin Moran writing for The Times?

[ARealDame]

She always has at least a couple of articles in The Times on Saturday, including her TV reviews, and seems to be heavily promoted there at the moment.

But I often find her writing cringeworthy e.g. this Saturday TV reviewing The White Queen headlines "She Makes Ingrid Bergman look like Someone Stuck Tits on a Turnip". Last Saturday, reviewing exactly the same programme (did anyone at The Times notice ?) the review headlined Battles, Castles and Tons of Fruity Historical Humping. Is she just being crass/offensive for the sake of it? And I find so much of her writing self-adulating plus impossible to make any sense of, a jumble of thoughtless sentences stuck together ... almost like a teenager on speed.

It seems a shame when The Times on Saturday has some enjoyable journalism e.g. the often brilliant Janice Turner, Matthew Paris, Giles Coran, plus some great review stuff of the Arts.

My heart just sinks when I see her bylines and picture. AIBU ?

I have grudging admiration for the amount of mileage Giles and Mrs Giles have had out of him giving up drinking.

He seems to have found an alternative calorie source so perhaps they can write about that soon.

I like her underlying outlook on life and am glad she exists but I do find her writing style very grating: like a media village Marmalade Atkins. There's something very irritating about it.

I like her. But tbh I just tend to read the paper and avoid anyone that annoys me.
I don't really get the hand wringy 'but why do you like x when I don't?' stuff.
If someone is writing offensive or upsetting stuff I get talking about that . But 'I don't like this' always strikes me as odd.
Is 'we don't all like the same stuff' a radical idea.

I don't like asparagus or Next.

I love asparagus and have a gift card for next.

It's ruined for me now pagwatch.

Nope Trills she could've done with losing a bit before pregnancy actually. Remember the mileage GC/wife get out of being a 'hot couple' in a land of fat people and making very cruel comments about them...

limitedperiodonly: "I have grudging admiration for the amount of mileage Giles and Mrs Giles have had out of him giving up drinking."

Yes - there are some writers who manage to make a living out of endlessly recycling the same story. There was a time when you could barely open a newspaper without reading an article by Joan Smith about why she preferred to remain childless. Then there's Liz Jones and her "woe is me" schtick. And Shona Sibary, who has written endless variations on the theme of her own inadequacies...

Some of us have to earn our money by finding and researching new stories every time. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

You go HackMum....There are plenty of us who avidly seek out the fresh and new in the papers and turn over fast when they see the same old guff again....

No grudging admiration though. Just annoyance that no matter what newspaper/magazine one buys, there they are again. Very hard to avoid.

No grudging admiration though. Just annoyance that no matter what newspaper/magazine one buys, there they are again

It's inspired purely by envy at their bank balance and indolence mignonette

Though chasing stories rather than cutting and pasting definitely keeps me trim. Giles should try it.

hackmum I first noticed it years ago when someone called Tiffany Daneff used to write about her children in the Telegraph. A very un-Telegraph name, Tiffany. Perhaps she was part of an outreach scheme.

Someone called Raffaela Barker used to write in the Standard about going to Sloaney parties. We used to ring in regularly inviting her to ours in Walthamstow but she never came

Most (but not all) of them die off eventually. Especially those at the Mail who wring every last bit of humiliation from someone, ruin them as a credible journalist then cast them aside for the next sucker.

Be warned Shona. One day your children will grow up, get a restraining order and you'll have nothing to write about.

Yes it is called the Myerson Effect

[limited] GC definitely on the C+P diet.

I think CM is like one of those rappers who releases a brilliant album about life on the streets, and it's all real and raw. Then their second album is all about how their crap driver bought them some shite coke and how terrible that made them feel.
She was such a brilliant antidote to all that London centric nepotism and a useful corrective to the idea that poor people are lazy. But now she's become a N London gamekeeper. She was boasting to a fawning Time OUt journalist about how all the squares were getting narked at her and Tim Minchin ruining a pub quiz by singing Abba so loudly and I thought, well, yes, you do sound pretty irritating.

Oh and Giles Coren should not write articles about how to be a parent when he only had one six-month-old saying things like 'I'll tell her not to go to university, I'd be where I am without having been'. Well, you know, most of us wouldn't and it's breathtaking delusion not to recognise this in others.

Oh hark at TOBYLERONE being all SENSIBLE and SHIT.

Look hun, if we all just ignored shit that shitted us off, AIBU would shrink tenfold in about an hour. Mmmmm'kay?

As you were you bitches

Giles Coren is a foodie little twerp. He looks like Alex James's pygmy brother.

Shut up Marmers, yeah, before I cuntpunt you into next week.

I heard he eats Alex James's cheese.

I don't like The Times or Sunday Times at all. They rely far too heavily on a tiny coterie of star writers, who inevitably come across as smug and overprivileged because we're supposed to find their views on everything hilarious and gospel.

Telegraph was going that way with Bryony Gordon, while she's on mat leave we're having a blessed break, though she still continues to file dispatches along the lines of "breastfeeding is hard" and "having a baby is really tiring."

Mail, as mentioned, goes the other way by exploiting gullible writers to spill guts whom we're expected to loathe. Bah.

I'd eat Alex James' cheese.

Bless Bryony Gordon. The delicate flower who was taken on by the Mirror's 3am column and was shocked that it wasn't so much about going to parties, as the hard work of approaching total strangers at them and getting stories, often in return for gratuitous abuse.

I bet you fucking would, Lerone. You pretentious arse.

Alex James's Cheese Blankets.

Made for wankers who do Twitter, live in North London and call people cunts whilst wearing eyeliner.

I pretty much am that wanker. I shall buy one forthwith.

Caitlin Moran's columns was one of the reasons why I took out a Times subscription for my iPad. So there.

Giles C has started to grate on me a bit though...

Alex James? The man who calls himself a farmer then wrote in his column about how he'd overslept until noon.....yes, because Farmers often oversleep don't they. I mean, let the cow's udders explode because you are sleeping off too much cheese.............

And that disgustingly greasy hair flopping all over the food. Cheese n hair sandwiches anyone? Thought not.

Alex James chatted me up at a party a few 20 years ago. Just think, I could be a cheese-eating 'farmer's' wife in the Cotswolds...