Ah yes, MiddleCLASS chic. She needs a thread...
I’m not a fan, I’ve come to realise. I grant you the writing and content is so much better than a lot of accounts, and the target market is more discerning. But every so often she says something that sends me to the point of commenting (I never comment on any account).
The last time it was some throwaway comment about how the purchase of her new apartment was being held up by all the people working from home who were just sitting around eating biscuits and watching Homes Under the Hammer instead of working. Now granted this came on a day where I was (attempting) homeschooling a 10 year old at the same time as having seven back to back zoom meetings, with a single 15 minute break between 8:30 and 18:00, catching up on my work which was being held up by fitting in bloody meetings all day, trying to sort out one housebound parent’s COVID vaccine from 500 miles away, and dealing with the fallout threatened closure of the secure dementia unit of the other, again 500 miles away, and the worrying mental health issues developing in my 13 year old. Oh, and the fog had just been sick in the kitchen. Now obviously that was a pretty full on day, but normal, and I guess it sounds pretty familiar to a lot of you. So the suggestion of sitting on my arse watching Dion Dublin feck around an auction house sent me over the edge.
Grr, she is so entitled, no comprehension of the lives of others, whose jobs do not entail skipping around a picturesque Lakeland village, gurning and touching their hair in frumpily unflattering free clothes.
And honestly, if you’re in the lucky position of owning a couple of businesses, living in a beautiful house and buying an extra little pied a terre in another city, how do you have the gall to have a “buy me a coffee” widget on your website. Piss off beggy, this is Jack Monroe level behaviour.
But then, I ventured back to the blog a week or so ago and read her blog on her first marriage and immediately thought, this is incredibly honest writing, and this is why I will probably come back — until she does the next thing to piss me off...