My parents should get themselves into therapy ASAP then, because we basically spent our winters in bed wrapped in blankets because we didn’t have heating or decent windows. (Good job library books are free innit.)
What horrible failures my parents are for us being, erm, pretty cold for a few months every year, and having to use ancient ceramic hot water bottles when it was really cold out.
And this traumatic state of affairs was happening while dear little Jack was less than two miles away, snug as a bug in a rug in a nice big house and having her ballet and piano lessons and all that
Basic cereal, lol we had porridge oats with water because a sack of porridge oats was CHEAP … but I usually liked it, because it’s nice if you make it right and shove some sugar in; and it’s still one of my go-to comfort snack/evening foods, except these days I’m
well bleeping fancy and I quite often have some sea salt and cinnamon in it.) My ma and pa must be absolutely eating themselves alive with the guilt.
Was it an aspirational ‘ideal’ childhood? No, course not. Was it okay? Yeah. Absolutely. Like I’ve said before, I was pretty privileged compared to some of my classmates from actual
crappy homes and
crappy families. My home was stable and my family - though with the clarity of hindsight and adulthood, I recognise
was weird and dysfunctional - was definitely less dysfunctional and harmful than many of my peers’ families. And I never realised I was in the section of society marked lesser-than until I got to secondary, started socialising outside of school for the first time, and met people from the other sections of society.
that quote reads as though Jack Monroe believes that poor parents should feel guilt if their kids are cold or eat basic cereal … and really, is that all that different to the sentiment behind what she reckons Michael Portillo said to her?
She’s irredeemably awful and a completely ignorant snob.
My mum is going to roll her eyes and tell me she already knows Jack Monroe is a spoilt cow thanks, and my dad will be amazed at how soft people are these days that they can get PTSD from being a bit cold in the winter. I know what they’re gonna say, but I’m
still going to waste some of our precious time this weekend showing them her complete bullshit 🫣
(My parents can’t afford therapy for their terrible misdeed of failing to have heating anyway
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