I apologise as I'm sure there are already threads on this topic. But I feel so so sad and angry today, not only about Marcus Rashfords campaign to feed hungry kids over the holidays being rejected. But some of the horrible views and justifications being spouted - mainly the old 'lazy parents need to take responsibility for feeding their kids' remark. Some utter twat was saying poor families should grow their own food because 'it's not hard' and another Tory MP claimed the blame lies with absent parents (as if his leader isn't one of those).
These are terrible comments from privileged people who clearly don't understand the lack of time, money, outdoor space and education needed to grow your own or shop more savvy. But even in the cases of the worst most lazy parents, why can't people see that the children shouldn't be the ones to suffer? It really boils my blood especially when MPs get so much in terms of expenses for food.
Sorry for the rant I just feel very disappointed and upset today.
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icequeen34 · 22/10/2020 13:12
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27/10/2020 21:34
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Food poverty doesn’t only mean underweight, you moron
Yep. I was plump child up to about 11 years old because Dad had an extremely prolific veg patch in the back garden and he did most of the cooking. He was good at simple stodgy, stick to your ribs cooking that came with three veg. There was always pudding and biscuits. He, himself was stocky running to fat. He was mid 50s when I was born, mum late 40s. He worked for the council, mum had got her pension early due to ill health. We lived in a council bungalow and we managed alright. Hand me down clothes and a chalet holiday at the local coast once a year, usually the first week of autumn term to be cheaper.
My dad was fucking awesome and held everything together with almost unfailing cheerfulness.
I started getting fat when he got ill and got properly fat after he died when I was twelve.
Mum had multiple sclerosis and after dad died she sunk into apathy, probably profound depression. The only shop either of us could get to was on the corner. Fairly soon, all mum could be bothered to eat was frozen fish and chips and synthetic cream doughnuts. I cooked for myself, mostly out of tins. There was lots of chicken supreme from a tin with white rice. I ate cheap crap so I wasn't hungry and got fat. I also got chronically constipated.
Why did we not have money for better food?
Mum was on a small pension and disability allowance.
Mum couldn't drive (through disability).
There was only the corner shop which had a very small stock of fresh veg, was mostly tins, packets and jars and was expensive.
Mum was constantly freezing through immobility. Our heating bills were enormous.
Mum chain smoked. Cigarettes were her first priority above everything.
When she finally went into a nursing home, when I was an older teen, I was left with her sizable rent and electricity arrears to deal with. She'd seemingly been one step in front of the bailiffs and having things cut off for years.
People talk about choosing between heating and eating. Mum chose eating cheap crap and smoking over paying her other bills everytime.
If you want to argue that's not food poverty it's still fucking poverty. Does it really matter what form of poverty it is or which symptom you end up with? Fat people, skinny people, cold people, homeless people, sick people, self medicating addicted people.
Even if the poverty is completely the fault of the adult (point to my mum's smoking if you want) it is never the fault of the child and that child may be fat, thin, clean, dirty and still be living in poverty.
Yep. I was plump child up to about 11 years old because Dad had an extremely prolific veg patch in the back garden and he did most of the cooking. He was good at simple stodgy, stick to your ribs cooking that came with three veg. There was always pudding and biscuits. He, himself was stocky running to fat. He was mid 50s when I was born, mum late 40s. He worked for the council, mum had got her pension early due to ill health. We lived in a council bungalow and we managed alright. Hand me down clothes and a chalet holiday at the local coast once a year, usually the first week of autumn term to be cheaper.
My dad was fucking awesome and held everything together with almost unfailing cheerfulness.
I started getting fat when he got ill and got properly fat after he died when I was twelve.
Mum had multiple sclerosis and after dad died she sunk into apathy, probably profound depression. The only shop either of us could get to was on the corner. Fairly soon, all mum could be bothered to eat was frozen fish and chips and synthetic cream doughnuts. I cooked for myself, mostly out of tins. There was lots of chicken supreme from a tin with white rice. I ate cheap crap so I wasn't hungry and got fat. I also got chronically constipated.
Why did we not have money for better food?
Mum was on a small pension and disability allowance.
Mum couldn't drive (through disability).
There was only the corner shop which had a very small stock of fresh veg, was mostly tins, packets and jars and was expensive.
Mum was constantly freezing through immobility. Our heating bills were enormous.
Mum chain smoked. Cigarettes were her first priority above everything.
When she finally went into a nursing home, when I was an older teen, I was left with her sizable rent and electricity arrears to deal with. She'd seemingly been one step in front of the bailiffs and having things cut off for years.
People talk about choosing between heating and eating. Mum chose eating cheap crap and smoking over paying her other bills everytime.
If you want to argue that's not food poverty it's still fucking poverty. Does it really matter what form of poverty it is or which symptom you end up with? Fat people, skinny people, cold people, homeless people, sick people, self medicating addicted people.
Even if the poverty is completely the fault of the adult (point to my mum's smoking if you want) it is never the fault of the child and that child may be fat, thin, clean, dirty and still be living in poverty.
I am so so sorry this happened to you.
Your post has made my cry.
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