to wonder what middle class/working class parental cliches you have actually experienced?

[vitaminz]

This thread is not to be taken too seriously and no offense is intended.

Today when I was in the supermarket I overheard another shopper saying to what appeared to be her daughter "Clemmie, shall I get some brioche?", she really did sound like a middle class cliche.

Im solidly WC but am very adventurous when it comes to food. The cut price buffalo, spring bok, zebra and kangaroo burgers we got at a farmers market were not regarded as MC by my Mum and Dad. Just plain wierd!

But to declare yourself solidly wclass - what makes you that ?

My whole family is working class. I was brought on up a council estate, my mum was brought up on a council estate, my grandad grew up in an area of Manchester which was demolished during the slum clearances. My generation are the first to have anyone attend Uni. I dont think there is anything remotely MC about me to be honest.

My generation of the family I mean, realised that didnt make much sense!

But that's my point , why define yourself by a class . It's bizarre , the suggestion being that one maybe better or more desirable .
I am utterly classless .

I dont generally! Just for the purposes of this thread. I used to work next to the Working Class Movement Library - as much as people like to think we're becoming classless I dont believe we are.

I don't define myself by any one thing. I am an awful lot of things! Being born into a working class family and now having a mc lifestyle is just one of them. But I do find class interesting. I do look at my life and the amount of money coming in (not a stealth, esp as DH earns much more of it than me) and think 'how the feck did that happen?'

Anybody who thinks we live in a classless society is deluding themselves. And setting themselves up to be stomped on by the ruling class- as usual.

My niece aged 2 was staying with her gran on family farm and had dinner of mince and tatties put down in front of her. She said: " I don't like potatoes, I want quinoa" Granny had no idea what she was talking about and muttered something derogatory about bringing children up in London.

As my best friend says the class system is sill alive and well in this country, just these days the Sloanes are Girls Aloud on the outside but still Debrett's on the inside.

I think that although there are obviously blurred lines (football seats costing more than theatre) and there is transition, we still very much live in a society where 'class' exists.

I was born 'working' class and would say I'm probably now lower middle. I'm not sure how it sits with me, on one hand I'm embarrassed by the fact we recently got a gardener (even though it's based on heath reasons). At the same time, I do make (negative) judgements on some clichéd under class/upper class activities e. g. Watching Jeremy Kyle or fox hunting. I guess what I mean is that I don't think any 'class' would be ideal or aspirational. There are plenty of lovely people / arseholes from all walks of life.

Health reasons, I don't own a heath! Now that would be upper class!

The class system is only alive if people persist in using the term . I genuinely believe my kids won't have a clue what they are - if ever the conversation arises .
I despise the concept because its relates to the justification of royalty .

There are loads of indicators of middle crassness-money and a liking for olives are not two of them!

It is odd that middle class people are not allowed to laugh at themselves or each other.

Buying a national costume when we visit a new place (as long as the costume is reasonably attractive!) then dressing children in them A bit cringeworthy, but so much fun! Incidentally, we discovered that lederhosen are very practical clothing for lively young boys :)

(our own child and some relatives' children, not random children we meet)

Designing our own family Christmas card. The height of naffness, and who cares.

i'm with the cringing mob. Who the hell are you twee people prattling on about olives and humous? I am in my forties and used to eat stuff like that for lunch at secondary school. Please, lets move on and get away from this nonsense and all the bullshit 'overheard' conversations in Waitrose and Asda.

Moved on somewhat from the OPs original intentions ... 'not to be taken too seriously'.

Watching Mickey Flanagan at the mo', funny observations regarding class.