She didn’t grow up working class, and she
never ever lacked opportunities.
She had
plenty of opportunities - seriously, so so
so many more opportunities than me and my siblings and mates,
so many more opportunities than any of the other little wronguns I saw the other day when I went to Southend - but she was just too lazy to capitalise on them (evidenced by her recent history, but also back when she was a teenager and thought she was too special to make any effort at school).
Imagine having all the privilege she’s always had, and still feeling like you’ve been hard done by.
Imagine having a portfolio landlord for a grandad (and then a portfolio landlord for a dad), whilst pretending you have no access to funds or help; then imagine grifting hundreds of thousands of pounds off well-meaning people, and still trying to make out like you know what it’s like to be poor.
I actually
can’t imagine it. If I was Jack, I’d be quietly living life grateful for all the things I had, the chances for travel and education, the comfortable upbringing, the caring family, the security of knowing I’d inherit a decent whack of money one day. If I’d developed a passion for helping people worse off than me I’d, well, as mithered elsewhere, I’d probably train in human rights law and actually DO things to help people. (Or work in housing advocacy and support services
![Winking face :wink: 😉](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f609.png)
) Her attitudes and experiences are so far outside the realm of what I consider normal, I just can’t imagine living like her.