I'm sorry, but you'd struggle predicting my parent's schools from me: Mum went to great Grammar, Dad went to a terrible Council Estate Comp, and got expelled from it too. I suppose you could say that you'd be bound to get one right, but which one?
No-one from my school year went on to HE, yet all (but me, I was engaged tho!) got married before having kids, breastfed, and own their own houses. We did own our own house, we don't now but that has more to do with DH getting sick for a while, and me being at University. Both my sisters are educated: one has an HND, the other is extremely experienced in her field (Nursery manager) with an NNEB and trying to raise enough money (ie paying of her Mortgage early) so she can go do her Early Years degree. I had a good career too, before Uni.
I really do think some class barriers are breaking down. The hard line of distinction has faded now: there is an obvious underclass of benefit recipients, and a clear class of upper management village dweller types... but there seems to be a new and huge class in the middle that doesn't fit the stereotype of the old 'Working Class'. We often own our own houses (it's practically impossible to get social housing these days anyway), we work, we often earn good wages, we're educated and we aspire to more for our children.. We're pretty much indistinguishable from the old middle class, except that we cannot change the occupation of our parents.
What class would you call my children in a few year's time? I will be teaching (hopefully), DH will either be taking an animatronics degree or running his business in that field; We will probably own a nice house; they will probably attend University and certainly attend good schools. Yet I attended a sink school so bad it no longer exists, and was raised in a Council House.
Back to BF issue tho... the HomeStart I used to work for was acknowledged for it's excellence in improving BF rates amongst it's famillies. Why? Well, support was an issue: many of the Mums weren't breastfed themselves, and a network of support was provided to replace that maternal adivice: peer group support mainly, but with MW, BF Counsellors to call on when needed. Positive imagery was good too: there were posters everywhere of young mums feeding, Dad's in obviously estate housing claiming how proud they were that Mum fed; booklets; phone numbers for helplines. What they ere doing was essentially providing what many 'middle class' (tho some of our famillies were) Mums had access to anyway: when I started bf there were lots of feeding pillows, books, groups, etc that I simply could not afford to buy or travel to. Even phone lines are pretty useless if your line has been cut off and you're stuck on a PAYG expensive tariff.
BTW thanks expat... as a non smoking / little drinking / no chance of a foreign holiday poverty stricken working class type, I appreciate you sticking up me and my low class ilk .