After a conversation with DP, I have come to wonder what class I am. I suppose, on paper, I am working class, as DP works in a warehouse for minimum wage, we live in a rented house, neither of us have degrees and so on, but, I dunno if I am being somehow snobby, but I feel quite posh somehow. We read the Guardian, we have an aga, we use terry nappies, until recently we were regularly in various pieces of performance art, basically we are the big stereotype of middle class left wing bohemian nobs. I was looking at my house this morning, it might be rented, but when I was little I would have thought it incredibly posh - double glazing, central heating, garden, semi detached, french doors, basically what my mum used to dream of.
Hmm, so, what class are you, and why do you think that?