I agree. The really funny thing is that it's a weird, ersatz, Poundland hatred. Not driven by passion or ideals but by envy and laziness.
Anything which highlights the futility of her own existence is automatically hated. It saves the bother of actually thinking and takes up valuable drinking time.
I think I mentioned before that you can chart her drinking by the decline in quality of output over the past twenty years? While the targets of her keenest hatred (married, peer-aged women with children and careers) are now reaping the massive rewards: children graduating, building careers, having children of their own, carving their own futures; all Jones can do is hate them, bemoan her lot, blame other people. Tomorrow's Dreary is a key example of this blind envy and hatred. A cold, dead fire in a cold, dead life.