The doctorate thing grates my mushrooms. I’ve just seen my son graduate (2 years late due to covid) with a maths PhD and he worked so hard for 4 years while also giving lectures to maths under grads and here she is boasting about being a doctor when she did duck all for it. I’m sure the resident Dr Fraus in here (I think we have some) feel the same way.
I have a real one. I’m grateful to Jack this morning because from now on, whenever I’ll questioned about anything I will use her as a template. Example:
Mr V: “Hey, V have you put the bins out or shall i?”
Me: “Well I hate to pull rank here, pal but seeing as you mentioned it, I DO have a Doctorate and the right to use the title if I choose to”
Mr V: “What are you going on about? I only asked you about the bins”
Me: “I can never respond with a light hearted or mildly sarcastic rebuttal. Ever so sorry. I forgot the rules there for a second. Do you want me to DIE?”
It’s not solely because of her treatment of her animals and her own son that I don’t feel sorry for her, but also days like this where she’s just unrelentingly rude, unpleasant, argumentative-and a massive
bleeping snob without even realizing it. A job in LIDL or MCDONALD’S?! God, your two
bleeping fake doctorates and Patreon save you from such a terrible fate. She just drips with utter disdain for so many people (including today, unfathomably, Tom Kerridge) and despite anointing herself as their savior, this is especially true for The Poors. Her loathing is barely concealed much of the time.
I don’t really give a
duck about her wheeling out her fake doctorates, it’s more pathetic than anything, and let’s face it, in the grand scheme of things (other than weaponizing it as here) it’s one the more benign things she does compared to most of the egregious
tit she pulls.
Jack Monroe can
duck right off. I am struggling to think of one redeeming quality she has right now.