To want to be middleclass?

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Im not though. I live in a council house! These are the things i have done to try and 'raise my game';
Have a vegetable patch.
Breastfeed for ages.
Go to baby massage classes.
Recycle my household waste.
Try not to watch jeremy kyle.
I am hoping to get a place at uni in september, that will definately make me middleclass surely?

noddy - you are right. Diagnosing middle-classness is a bit like diagnosing any other syndrome. There is a list of symptoms (including vegetable boxes and the Guardian) and if you tick so many of the boxes you've got the disease.

that is fab Reality

Baroness, are you from the great big country called Aaaaameeerica perchance? Your grasp on irony reminds one of a trueblue Yank:::

I meant the comedy thingy not the fact that you drink cheap gin but can i have some ?

Ah, yes, rollmops. We may be a nation divided by class, but we are united in casual xenophbia

Sabire's wit was unclear to me, whether that is the poor standard of her wit, or my being to much of a dullard to undsrtand it is debatbale.

Others do seem to being having similiar difficulties though.

I do always click on the class threads, in that self torturing exasparated way thinking 'what self conscious depths can they be scraping now?' rather in the way I wtach horror ans boxing but always hate it.

BBK...is one of the few posters on here who doesn't sound like a complete arse....

did anyone watch the fight btw?

fight?

I have to disagree daftpunk

think she's talking boxing zeph...not a fight on mn..

Baroness mentioned boxing. I thought I'd run with it

Zephirine - yes, it's a bit of a sticky one the play dates thing. As sticky as my kitchen floor.

My dd got teased at school for having dusty gappy floorboards in her home, instead of a twice daily mopped vinyl or laminate floor, as is the mode among many of her friend's families. Fortunately most of her friends are from ethnic households - fairly new to the country, so you can serve up something like risotto when they come round for tea and not be thought a complete freak for failing to supply chicken nuggets and pizza for tea.

We went to Wickes and brought the cheapest, laminate 'faux wood' flooring we could find and installed it in her bedroom. She's happy as a pig in clover now.

Noddy - honestly I'm not sneering at anyone. But it's true that there are many women around where I live who keep their homes very nice, even though they work full-time and don't have a cleaner. None of them are middle-class. All the middle class mums I know are sluts. The ones whose homes are clean tend to have cleaners, or are in the grip of OCD.

"whether that is the poor standard of her wit, or my being to much of a dullard to undsrtand it is debatbale."

Oooh, she's coming over all Jane Austen on us...!

Oh god, sabire, you should see the gaps in our floorboards. And the dust. Did she really get teased?

Yes she was teased I'm afraid. But then I have to put my hand up and say that our house is a mess. The sitting room is pebble-dashed with dried on weetabix and there are tide-marks around the bath. I also thoughtlessly made a couple of cracks about the mice (an infestation, not family pets) to one or two of her friends, which she's been trying to live down ever since.

"BBK...is one of the few posters on here who doesn't sound like a complete arse...."

Maybe there's a need for a new forum for the two of you, and any of your cool friends who are also mistresses of irony, where you can enjoy a banter without feeling the necessity to keep stopping and insulting the rest of us losers here for our poor attitudes.

With our 'cool friends'??oh please.

Your cutting insults are as effective as your irony I see.

Riven - I'm sure there are loads of us who are neither Arthur or Martha.

On paper I am defo middle class

• law degree from RG uni
• worked as a lawyer, now a writer
• dh a lawyer
• DCs in private school

-own various dogs, horses, chickens.

• live in a knackered rambling house in beautiful countryside but close enough to London for DH to commute and to pop in for lunch and/or the theatre.

Yet I could never, ever say I was MC. I don't want to be. When I grew up it was a term of abuse. It meant boring and judgemental, constantly worrying how things looked to others.
But can I still say I'm WC? Or is that an insult to the real working classes and a bit Guy Ritchie iyswim.

Litchick, I'm afraid you're living the middle class dream. You can call yourself what you like of course but you're going to have a tough time persuading anyone of your wc credentials

Riven bought the Mail!!

...this doesn't quite fit with my picture of you

OK, so what I have learned from this so far is...

I am more middle class in the afternoon than the morning, since the house is tidy in the morning and now, at 3pm, looks like a bombsite (when my only DC is only 4 months old and therefore not crawling or walking, it's hard to see how this happens, but it does, every day, without fail).

My hall is working class (cheap laminate) but my living room (not lounge) is middle class (wool carpet). The dividing line is a pair of glass panelled double doors and god only knows what that means.

My kitchen is schizophrenic, having both cheap laminate and being a total tip. There is a copy of Pick Me Up in there, but also an organic fruit box and the Ocado receipt from the delivery earlier. My kitchen needs therapy.

Who knew?