After going all X-rated, I feel I have to up the controversy stakes here at Slaminsky. What else gets people all riled up? Ah yes, class. I am watching some stupid match-making programme with half an eye. An Indian woman from a dating agency is meeting a sloaney blond woman who has decided she's in the Last Chance Saloon. She's giving responsibility for her romantic future over to her friends, family (chills!) and a formal match-making service. As the Indian woman interviews her, she asks about her past relationships and asks were they professional, were they middle-class... the blond woman gets quite agitated when she says the C word. 'That doesn't matter to me, and I'm getting quite annoyed.' (Though she confesses that she's only ever been out with middle-class, professional men. ) The Indian woman says gently that this is the first thing that an Indian match-maker would establish.
I reckon this woman was in deep denial. Because we're SO hung up on class in this country and it cuts very, very deep. (I'm a big fan of Nancy Mitford and not much seems to have changed since the 30s & Noblesse Oblige. The toffs look down on the middle classes, the working class despise them, everyone else fears and patronises the working class, and the middle class are in perpetual guilt and anxiety, all is in its natural order...)
Which wouldn't be such a problem if it wasn't so taboo. Can't we just admit it? We don't want to be like the Americans - they pretend they're all Horatio Alger, classless types, and anyone can make it to the President, but who invented the concept of trailer trash, hey?
(In case you're wondering... I'd class myself as working class... as my old sociology teacher Mr Connolly used to say, if you have to work for a living, you're working class...)
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