She personifies privilege and entitlement!
You have 100% hit the nail on the head. I really also take inspiration from families that declare themselves ‘bankrupt and on the edge’ and in the same year go on holiday abroad.I love it when posh, privately educated gels called Clementine tell us that they got where they are in life through sheer grit and hard work. I’m sure it has nothing to do with privilege, connections and Mum & Dad’s money.
Yup.I love it when posh, privately educated gels called Clementine tell us that they got where they are in life through sheer grit and hard work. I’m sure it has nothing to do with privilege, connections and Mum & Dad’s money.
It was always bloody breakfast, wasn’t it? Always breakfast. Which they would all film themselves rushing off to like very important people. And always goody bags and expensive flowers on the tables. All so that they could talk about themselves.Oh I remember those days, them lot going to posh breakfast meetings in central London to talk about inequality in a room full of white rich women
Lol! So true. Who did they think they were talking to? What did they think they were doing?? It was like a G8 summit for insta huns.It was always bloody breakfast, wasn’t it? Always breakfast. Which they would all film themselves rushing off to like very important people. And always goody bags and expensive flowers on the tables. All so that they could talk about themselves.
It was always head girl, Mother Pukka in her serious journalist glasses, interviewing her mates, in front of all their other mates, talking about stuff that they all knew about each other anyway. Nodding sagely and taking it all very seriously with the odd tear thrown in.
bleeping baffling. What a waste of everyone’s time.
And then there would be the obligatory group photo, usually huddled around a smug looking MOD who was positioned to look like the bleeping second coming.
Ah, I almost miss those days.
ETA - the photo also always included dress like a mum being quirky in the corner. Oh Zoe! You sequinned loon! God love the lot of them.
This is everything!! Sage nodding and meaningful eye contact with each other whilst discussing inequality. As you say all white, middle class able bodied women with complimentary Jo Malone goody bags. Or at each other’s ’book launches’.It was always bloody breakfast, wasn’t it? Always breakfast. Which they would all film themselves rushing off to like very important people. And always goody bags and expensive flowers on the tables. All so that they could talk about themselves.
It was always head girl, Mother Pukka in her serious journalist glasses, interviewing her mates, in front of all their other mates, talking about stuff that they all knew about each other anyway. Nodding sagely and taking it all very seriously with the odd tear thrown in.
bleeping baffling. What a waste of everyone’s time.
And then there would be the obligatory group photo, usually huddled around a smug looking MOD who was positioned to look like the bleeping second coming.
Ah, I almost miss those days.
ETA - the photo also always included dress like a mum being quirky in the corner. Oh Zoe! You sequinned loon! God love the lot of them.
And a slogan sweater.I have gone down a rabbit hole of those days. 2017-18 was real insta mum, south London, trainers with midi skirt peak time wasn’t it?
I've gotten in trouble before for posting stuff about how to find houses but it's in Peckham and on for £1m. The bathroom is quite memorable if you've seen her naked, pregnant pic on the loo!What would one search on zoopla to see the house? Without giving away too much.
It was such a circle jerk. And I hate that phrase (such a gross mental image ) but so apt! Publishers handing out book deals like sweets, riding the zeitgeist. They all seemed to have podcasts too, and never struggled for guests because they all guested for each other.This is everything!! Sage nodding and meaningful eye contact with each other whilst discussing inequality. As you say all white, middle class able bodied women with complimentary Jo Malone goody bags. Or at each other’s ’book launches’.
What a bunch of twats
it takes a while to realise as the bathrooms clean snd tidy in the photos !(no stained under wear strewn all over the place!)I've gotten in trouble before for posting stuff about how to find houses but it's in Peckham and on for £1m. The bathroom is quite memorable if you've seen her naked, pregnant pic on the loo!
They were like the “cool group” at school. Well, in their own heads.It was such a circle jerk. And I hate that phrase (such a gross mental image ) but so apt! Publishers handing out book deals like sweets, riding the zeitgeist. They all seemed to have podcasts too, and never struggled for guests because they all guested for each other.
What a racket.
And clemmie 2 always rocking whatever terrible fringe / glasses combo mod hadThis is everything!! Sage nodding and meaningful eye contact with each other whilst discussing inequality. As you say all white, middle class able bodied women with complimentary Jo Malone goody bags. Or at each other’s ’book launches’.
What a bunch of twats