I know it’s my own fault for reading La Jones, and mostly genuinely I know what I’m getting, read, roll my eyes and move on with my day without working myself up into a froth because life’s just too short and it’s basically her job to keep spouting nonsense.
But today’s column made my jaw drop. It’s like she’s taking the Private Eye female parody columnist Glenda as her spirit animal - great going when clearly she was one of the women who inspired it in the first place.
She’s getting a Romanian rescue dog delivered in time for Christmas to join her menagerie. Full column here mol.im/a/10302183 but this was the bit that just got me:
“I don’t really want another dog, but I couldn’t bear to imagine Teddy stuck in a pen in Romania, with the temperature well below zero, frozen and alone over Christmas. I’m now waiting for the text to say he has landed, a furry refugee. I can’t help but think of the people who drowned in the English Channel. The children. The pregnant woman. No one was waiting for them with a box full of toys and human food from Waitrose, as I am for Teddy. I want him to open his eyes on Christmas Day and know that he is loved.”
AIBU to think Liz Jones is (while clearly a bit broken in lots of ways herself) completely inappropriate and insensitive and her style of me-me-me writing is past its day?