Not to be all Fight Club about it but
I am Jack's unreliable sense of entitlement. Ugh the bile
I am Jack's lack of motherhood. That one hurts
I am Jack.
I'm not really. I'm actually happy to work on Monday and have a personality that's mine, flawed as that is.
Don't trust anyone who tries to be a friend to everybody. Monroe needs more scathing anger at the Tories. Like, platform, ffs. Use what you got
Me? Been out today. Saw a good friend. My non political problems go away when I'm not online. I have privilege and I try to remember it.
Jack would be interesting if she had no Internet for a month. Possibly be too much to hope she gets real and humble like most the mothers I've ever met.
She'd sing the classic musical scale:
Do
Re
ME
Music tutor: what about the rest of the scale?
Jack: it ends at Me baby
SB: (I don't want to comment on a child, especially one wielded like a weapon. Sod off back to Amsterdam or whatever, Jack, I just hope one of your dark secrets is a loving babysitter. You have so many holibobs I question your loyalty to the cause. What cause? Uh, humans with families who live on planet earth)