ANGRY MOB

The thing that drives me insane about The Mail (well, one of many things) is how their highly-paid columnists appear to have no awareness of the world around them. Their weekly contribution is - read the Mail, select a story, then write some drivel about it. Or failing that we'll get 500 words on a particular mental hang-up (Gays, fatties, the dreaded chav...) of the writer. From reading the tosh that passes for journalism in the Mail one would assume it was all written by some neurotic GCSE students when the truth is its staff are supposed to be some of our brightest and best writers. Their female columnists are especially idiotic and appear to be selected based on criteria such as paranoia, incoherence and extreme shallowness. I'm sorry Liz Jones, I'm not paying to read about your effing country estate. No Melanie Phillips taking old anti-semitic conspiracy theories and changing 'Jew' to 'Muslim' does not make them right. As for Amanda Platell - the way she judges women (or anyone really) who are not aesthetically perfect may be almost understandable if she looked like Adriana Lima and had the educational record of Madame Curie, but she doesn't, and its obvious she's just using her column to spew bitterness onto the world around her (speading the un-love if you will). It would be nice if one day I was to read the Mail and think "Blimey, Pearson's column on quantum theory is really eye-opening, and oh wow, Platell has just written an amazing exegesis on the US constitution" But no. They'll be churning out the same old nonsense, week-in, week-out helping to dumb-down the population and wasting good trees on their nonsensical verbiage. Its almost as if the Mail has a plan to demolish feminism by convincing us professional women are all unstable flibbertigibbets. In which case Mel, Alison & Liz are the Mail's 'useful idiots' who take a hefty pay cheque while being traitors towards their own sex.

The Daily Mail is a rag. The fact that they even printed that scathing column Ms. Pearson wrote about a private person annoys the hell out of me. I don't necessarily agree with having a child at 66, but Ms. Adeney's son could read that someday. And that idea nauseates me, as does Allison Pearson and her smug ramblings.