I am really on one rage level with her today because I can’t abide liars or lazies tbh. I’ve always worked in media & tech, now fashion. These are dominated by upper middle classes and on occasions, legit upper classes, because they tend to recruit exclusively from unpaid internships, although that is changing somewhat and a handful more of normal people are getting in per year.
I can’t explain how tit and isolating being WC in these environments can be and I wish JM could experience a sprinkle of the sadness and upset I have before she feels the need to talk on it.
From being 21 and clocking you’re one of the only ones in the room paying your own rent, who needs their salary to you know - eat, to visiting your mate’s ridiculously nice warehouse conversion and realising which side of the divide they really sit on & they can’t come back to your shithole in non gentrified zone 5 now you know how they live. Talking of gentrification, the way they discuss their property purchases and which areas are “safe” or “up and coming” is loaded with classism and racism and they have no considerations that you may very well come from those shitholes. Having to hear classist tit jokes and just sit there and take it. Brexit oh lord and everyone’s opinions on how the white working class in this country vote, as if we’re all EDL aligned morons who can’t read. Being told during salary negotiations you earn a lot and should be grateful, when you know their kids are getting paid more for assistant roles where they’re literally compiling press cuttings into a scrap book as if that’s hard. Having to go to the kitchen to do breathing exercises cos someone’s doing mockney impressions of their workmen and people have joined in, as if it’s unfathomable they may be sat near an electrician’s daughter heaven forbid! Jokes on not drinking with an Irish name. Code switching and having an entirely different work voice & vocab, when you go out for lunch with a trusted confidant (of which you’ll have one or two in an office of 500+) or real life friend coming back full of joy and genuinely happy you got to be yourself for a few hours before returning to the facade, and feeling like tit about it. Wondering if you’re paid less than X because you’re a woman, or is it because they think they can take you for a mug because you’re not posh? People acting really overly surprised when they find out your uni, degree, and classification like yeah hun they let us in now too x When people go OTT woweeee when they find out you’re the first in your family to go to uni. When people act really shocked your parents are dead so young, yeah tends to happen to us poors babe! Even crappy questions like what do your parents / siblings do at ice breaker activities cos theirs are doctors or nurses. Even small talk with the posh agency account managers/directors feels like that matrix scene dodging bullets of emotional labour and cringe as you wait for some dumb tit to be said eurgh.
Equally it’s being one of a handful of allies for your black colleagues who are upset that someone’s done something yet again and you’ve got to sit there and there’s literally nothing you can bleeping say to excuse or explain it, you just have to listen to yet another racist encounter in the office, which is obviously no where near as bad as their experience itself. Which I’m sure JM has also experienced having such pronounced black skin!
This is an essay and it’s literally just skimming the top of the surface. I’m lucky because I have a relatively softened south London accent, am white, and tbh now have the privilege of being married to someone who can cover me so I don’t need to be scared to sack tit off anymore so can defend myself (I raise formal grievances now, I never used to). I’ve heard so much worse for my northern colleagues and people seem to think different types of “jokes” are appropriate for them too. Same with immigrant colleagues & jokes about their voice and country. Or those weirdos that verge on jovial racism with Asian colleagues... what is that about?!
It’s so tit but JM being neither WC or properly employed would not get it. Again it’s the liberal trap she’s fallen into, yes I care about WC representation and no I don’t think I’d like my baby reading DW’s book, but I feel like there are other spots on fire in our lives that I’d tackle before him? Like I’d rather talk about the attainment gap covid 19 is leaving between poor & WC (two separate definitive groups - not all WC people are skint Jack!) children and their middle class peers. Rather than discussing the ins and outs of ONE children’s author.
Sorry for rant will leave it there x