This one includes one of my all-time favourite Jack quotes:
The woman beside me, a stranger, squeezed my forearm as I choked on guttural, involuntary sobs. I’m sorry, I whispered, sloping out to punch a wall in the corridor and cry into the blinding, unaware streets of west London. I looked mad. I am mad.
Writer and activist Jack Monroe knows from their own experience that Ken Loach’s portrayal of life on benefits is heart-wrenchingly accurate
www.theguardian.com
Holy
duck! That entire article is jam packed with Jack gems. We shall have to add wall punching to howling and clawing in our lists of Jackisms.
Top marks to Kayceeee "On Twitter, a woman going by the name of Kayceeee accused me of being self-pitying. “You have to make this all about you,” she wrote."
Jack pretending to be working class or remotely resemble the desperate characters who used to turn up on Jeremy Kyle:
"Trashy chat-show sofas are all we can aspire to, not BBC news chairs. Those of us lucky enough to find a platform are torn to pieces, commentators desperate to find some mud to sling, to reassure themselves that the working classes are a subspecies to be trampled out and kept in their places."
It never occurs to her that I' Daniel Blake was about people who were doing their best in life but found themselves at the mercy of an awful benefits system. It's bugger all to do with Jack, a larping middle class girl who craves victim status and spitefully humiliates her parents at every opportunity with her self inflicted traumas.