I was on Twitter the other day. I posted a comment in favour of the National Trust’s report into Slavery and Colonialism, and as a result I was accused of being middle class.
Whatever that means.
And the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is. Ridiculous that we still think in those terms – and ridiculous that ‘middle class’ (or ‘working class’) should be used as an insult.
So, just for fun, here are some statements about me that are all true – what do you think, am I middle class or working class??
- My grandfather was an engineer on a fishing boat
- My first husband had a double-barrelled surname
- I didn’t go to university when I left school
- I work for a well-known DIY shed
- I own a cat
- My father was a bank manager
- I shop at Aldi
- My car is 11 years old
- My blood is red
- I live in a terraced house
- I have 5 grandchildren
- I live in the north of England
- My second husband was born on a council estate
- I have a cleaner
- I was at school with someone who now sits in the House of Lords
- I spend most of my working day on a computer
- I earn more than the minimum wage
- I live in a 4-bedroomed house
- I drink lager
- I have a BSc
- I’ve been working for money, off and on, since 1974
- I’ve never been unemployed
- I volunteer with the National Trust
- I got married at age 19
- I’m a Director of a Limited Company
- I’m nearly 60
- I have a Bradford postcode
- I drink red wine
- I wear steel toe-cap boots at work
So, what do you think? Middle class? Working class?
A silly game – and a silly distinction.
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