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I stumbled upon this column from Liz Jones whilst browsing the Mailwatch forum. Liz Jones has a habit of thinking that the readers of the Daily Mail are interested in her personal life and inane ramblings, and the Daily Mail are stupid enough to pay her. Today's effort, she attends Jade's funeral: 'Jade's funeral was a mecca of bling and chavdom... but also of hope and strength': The scene was like stepping back in time. There were women named Iris and Pearl and Sheila. There were East End accents and faces etched with a life of hardship and disappointment and stoicism. Now it is important to understand that the working classes do belong to another world and another time. Mail readers and writers are so detached from reality that they can only recount the experience of being amongst the lower order by flicking through Dickens or Blakes Songs of Experience.
The crowd outside the church awaiting the arrival of the hearse bearing Jade’s body was a garish sea of pink and highlighted hair and square-cut French manicured talons and scraped-back pony tails and leopard print. No doubt any men present had to be physically restrained from wearing hoodies and swilling cans of Carling outside the church. The young women’s faces – for this was a sea of very young women and very old ones, with few in between – were uniformly baked dark brown. You see, the working classes cannot possiblyever be middle-aged, because that would give them something in common with Mail readers who consider themselves to be middle-class and would cringe at the thought of sharing a common biological age with the working classes. Furthermore, their faces are 'baked dark brown' because poor people cannot afford foreign holidays, and therefore they have to plaster on fake tan or visit a tanning salon. This was a mecca of chavdom, of bling, of working-class women coming out for the day and telling anyone who wanted to listen what they cared about for a change. 'Instead of being forced to read the shite I write for the Mail' is, presumably, the missing line here. Jade appealed to so many women who are otherwise being ignored, or criticised, or looked down on. 'By the women-hating Daily Mail' is the line edited out by Dacre here. Jade gave these women, who have boring lives and low-paid jobs and useless husbands and naughty kids, one very important thing: strength. I wonder if the assorted people present at the funeral will ever read this piece by Liz Jones, I would be very interested to hear their thoughts on this judgemental and stereotypical shite. As a Mail-watcher points out: It's truly amazing quite how in touch Liz is with the 'working-class experience' isn't it? I bet they - 'they' being every single working-class woman in the South East - all sang Roll Out The Barrel, ate some jellied eels before heading back to their grotty council flat to be beaten and raped by their alcoholic, layabout husbands. That Liz Jones feels the need to add the caption: 'Chavtastic: Mourners gather outside St John’s Church in Buckhurst Hill, Essex', pretty much sums up what an unpleasant human being she is. Another triumph for the women-hating women writers of the Mail. |
Although I agree that the article is pretty nasty in its lazy stereotyping.