faragher
10-01-2006, 12:48 PM
I done wrote this. On reflection it seems less funny than I intended. I'm hoping it's because I'm 'too close to the project' and not because it sucks. Constructive comments welcomed.
The rise of the 'New Snob'
Are you a snob? Of course not, you treat people equally whatever social class they come from, you bear no regard to their income or social background, everyone is equal. Except Chavs.
I remember, when it was cool to be working class. Those working class heroes - Lennon, Weller, Gallagher - defined what everyone wanted to be. It was faintly embarassing to be considered middle class. Apparently, everyone who I went to university with was working class (apart from the posh girl that everyone tried to sleep with). Even Harry Enfield recognised the trend and had his stereotypical teenager 'Kevin' pretending to talk with a Manchester accent rather than his usual plummy home county tones.
And then it changed. It changed fast, and it certainly caught me by suprise.
Now being working class is once again reviled. The wearing of casual sportswear, burberry, gold jewellry or box-fresh trainers (handily renamed 'prison white') marks you out as the worst kind of lowlife. I can't even wear my classic Fred Perry polo's anymore - something that the wife is quite pleased with since I lost my svelt youthful figure.
It doesn't matter that you and your girlfriend are both working full time; that you only shop at Lidl's so that you can save some money for a holiday; that you drink at home, or in the garden with your mates because you can afford to go to the pub on your minimum wage. It's simple - Wearing a tracksuit? Chav. Bought your girlfriend a gold necklace? Chav. Listening to loud drum and bass? Chav.
I suppose it's simple. Means we don't have to worry about them. Means we don't have to pay them any attention, other than to cross the street. Let's just hope they don't get organised.
The rise of the 'New Snob'
Are you a snob? Of course not, you treat people equally whatever social class they come from, you bear no regard to their income or social background, everyone is equal. Except Chavs.
I remember, when it was cool to be working class. Those working class heroes - Lennon, Weller, Gallagher - defined what everyone wanted to be. It was faintly embarassing to be considered middle class. Apparently, everyone who I went to university with was working class (apart from the posh girl that everyone tried to sleep with). Even Harry Enfield recognised the trend and had his stereotypical teenager 'Kevin' pretending to talk with a Manchester accent rather than his usual plummy home county tones.
And then it changed. It changed fast, and it certainly caught me by suprise.
Now being working class is once again reviled. The wearing of casual sportswear, burberry, gold jewellry or box-fresh trainers (handily renamed 'prison white') marks you out as the worst kind of lowlife. I can't even wear my classic Fred Perry polo's anymore - something that the wife is quite pleased with since I lost my svelt youthful figure.
It doesn't matter that you and your girlfriend are both working full time; that you only shop at Lidl's so that you can save some money for a holiday; that you drink at home, or in the garden with your mates because you can afford to go to the pub on your minimum wage. It's simple - Wearing a tracksuit? Chav. Bought your girlfriend a gold necklace? Chav. Listening to loud drum and bass? Chav.
I suppose it's simple. Means we don't have to worry about them. Means we don't have to pay them any attention, other than to cross the street. Let's just hope they don't get organised.