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Elfinsafety - MemberTaking the piss out of men who like to dress as ladies Effin ?
[b]"No, just you"[/b].
You posted a pic of a well-known comic character who's entire "humour" is based on humiliating, ridiculing, and poking fun, at cross dressers.
Life can be challenging enough for trannies, without that sort of puerile and childish "humour" 😐
Ear, Redthunder; look what I found when trawling through some of my old stuff up my mum's place this weekend:
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Eh? Eh? Still in its UNOPENED box.
You posted a pic of a well-known comic character who's entire "humour" is based on humiliating, ridiculing, and poking fun, at cross dressers.
Ok then I'm a racist.
djglover - Member .......... proving that one thing money can't buy is class 😆
Class is supposedly determined by parents occupation.Well it was when I was 'reading' Sociology' almost a quarter of a century ago.
No doubt debunked by the 80s and onwards upward mobility thang.
It's not income per se as that is more of a norm thing governed by others in relation to yourself [pound notes in the bank per month-wise]
Just because you are in the average income bracket doesn't define your belief system,background,peer allegiance,aspirations,where you chose to spend your pennies and so on [and just as importantly ,where you chose NOT to spend your pennies or frequent]
It's more a self imposed mindset rather than a label,bracket or norm that you may conform too as those are extrinsic factors.
Class is more intrinsic.
Or perhaps its a fluid blend of the two...
Who cares anyway.
Class? Hmm, a tough one. If you define class merely by some form of snobbery, then yes it is defined by one's parent's occupation. However, if you define class as that immutable quality wherein a person has a character, intellect or demeanour which is worthy of note, then class isn't merely about some shallow view of wealth, upbringing, education or location.
Iz it coz I iz posh?
after that stern dressing down... I should probably add.. taste.. lifestyle.. social circle.. accent.. and prejudices to my earlier list..
Iz it coz I iz posh?
No, it iz becoz you is broke. 😉
The only real indicator of what class you are is a predilection for hummus.
Def not about income - I earn about 10k a year currently but am as middle class as they come. Sometimes I even make my own hummus. 😉
We have a house in Islington where we mix in arts / media and film making circles and a flat in Stockport where we mix in milkman,careworker and car mechanic circles, and we don't eat cous cous or drink niche beers, I do have lots of different types of oil, not just olive for cooking with and I make my own butter. I have no idea what that all means though.
I knew I was in a middle class area the other day, when I stepped in some hummus salad. Round my way if would be a kebab or a dead rat.
I am at the poorest underachieving end of the otherwise 'oxbridge educated and funny vowel sounds' English side of my family, and so I can speak upper/middle to posh folk and happlily converse in the trashiest janner to everyone I went to (local secondary) school with. My little sister also delights in her 'sliding' accents: she is also able to do hertfirdshire/bucks as well. 😆
I earn well below the national average wage but I've graduated from university twice and do a job which I couldn't and wouldn't be considered for if I hadn't done so.
I like Proust, absurdist theatre and I LOOOOVE pot noodles and burger king.
As the direct reverse to my Oxbridge dad, I know loads about ale and like proper old fashioned pubs a lot, but know crap-all about wine and have never spent more than £6 on a bottle.
I am rubbish at cricket, never ever played rugby, not bad at football, ok at darts, quite good at pool and awesome at pétanque (proper working class 'where's me whippet' game for french men with bellies).
I read newspapers for the standard of journalism rather than the political leanings but I will poke my own eyes out before I vote conservative.
I suspect this all still plonks me pretty squarely in the middle of middle class though.
We have a house in Islington where we mix in arts / media and film making circles and a flat in Stockport where we mix in milkman,careworker and car mechanic circles, and we don't eat cous cous or drink niche beers, I do have lots of different types of oil, not just olive for cooking with and I make my own butter. I have no idea what that all means though.
Nouveau riche?
Nouveau pauvre?
A show-off?
like Proust, absurdist theatre and I LOOOOVE pot noodles and burger king.
See, [i]that's[/i] class.
Simply using the word "class" denotes a considerable lack of it 🙂
"The English alway confuse good manners and tailoring, with integrity and breeding"
I can still remember when the corner shop on our estate got a jar of dried mixed herbs in. My mum brought it, and on that day we became one of the posh families. For round there anyway.
[i]Class is supposedly determined by parents occupation.Well it was when I was 'reading' Sociology' almost a quarter of a century ago.[/i]
ok then.
while my parents are now retired, my dad was a builder, my mum a secretary & my stepdad a sales rep, later a civil servant.
independant school & university educated, but no letters after my name (got bored, dropped out); IT "professional" since 1988. drive a Saab, previously a BMW, estate car, live in a "middle class" area in a 3 bed semi
but I think the biggest clue is when I fly, I fly economy class. so there.
I'm economy class
Elfinsafety - MemberI knew I was in a middle class area the other day, when I stepped in some hummus salad. Round my way if would be a kebab or a dead rat.
Don't you have any Middle Eastern/Mediterranean types living in your area then ?
As it happens I was walking through Croydon North End this afternoon, a rather rough and bustling part of town. And I distinctly remember saying to myself "North End [i]is truly[/i] under Islamic/Turkish control" .......with all it's halal shops spilling onto the pavements, squalor, and nearby mosque, it really does look like a town in a third world country.
You could easily step on some hummus there. Or a dead rat.
"You could easily step on some hummus there. Or a dead rat."
Or a hummus stuffed dead rat?
they do a lush houmous kebab in the shop down our road.. cheaper than greasy meaty kebabs too.. om nom nomnom
I like humous, but I like to scoop it out of the pot with my little finger or some t-bone steak flavour roysters. Sorry, proper humous-eaters. 😳
[edit] I reckon if you don't know what Roysters are then you are definitely upper middle class plus.
Not a clue. Brought up on a council estate, Dad was a miner, Mam was an enrolled nurse. Secondary Modern school education, Did loads of jobs including labouring on building sites, warehouse work, miner. Did my nurse training after the 84 strike, married a right posh bird from Cambridge (and believe me, that's the only reason you'll find sun dried tomatoes and olives in my cupboards), and now we're on a combined income of about seventy grand a year. I have been known to go the theatre, I like some opera and classical music, but I still listen to the music I grew up with (northern soul, punk, rockabilly). I'm well read, but prefer Stephen King to the classics. I'm well travelled, and feel comfortable in any social setting. I have always considered myself working class, and can freely admit to being a little chippy about it at times, but feel it's a bit of an outdated concept these days.
barnsleymitch - MemberNot a clue.
Well judging by your résumé........"class traitor" would sum it up I reckon.
My butler is typing this on my behalf.
[i]"class traitor" would sum it up I reckon.[/i]
I work in Barnsley. That's fighting talk
"My butler is typing this on my behalf."
I've not got my glasses on and thought that said "butter" I was quite bemused by that.
Of my own.
How can crispy bacon state he is cattle class? He's telling us a porker here 😆
As it happens I was walking through Croydon North End this afternoon, a rather rough and bustling part of town. And I distinctly remember saying to myself "North End is truly under Islamic/Turkish control" .......with all it's halal shops spilling onto the pavements, squalor, and nearby mosque, it really does look like a town in a third world country.You could easily step on some hummus there. Or a dead rat.
What's your point?
What do middle class Turks eat?
I have no idea as to the nationality of the residents of the area I was in, and neither did I see and '3rd World shops'. What I did see was expensive cars, organic food shops and expensive looking cafes.
You see, it was Primrose Hill.
Anyway, what about you? You bang on about others, insulting and abusing people, but you keep quiet about yourself, don't you?
So come on, what are you? ****ing Champagne Socialist you are. Bloody petit bourgeois.
"Well judging by your résumé........"class traitor" would sum it up I reckon."
What would you prefer then Ernie, should I go back to the council estate? If I still had a forelock, I'd tug it. Which part of my 'resume' bothered you then?
Beans innit?
Supermarket own brand = Working.
Heinz = Middle
None = Upper.
Or alternatively, if you don't give a crap about it then you're working, if you care then you're middle and if you think classes are 'them' and 'us' then you're upper.
..... but you keep quiet about yourself, don't you?So come on, what are you?
Well you keep reminding everyone that I'm a building worker and I have already stated what my class is
........so what's [i][b]your[/i][/b] point globin man ?
'Estate' is key.
Working class types live on them, the upper class own them and the middle class drive them.
Or something.
Better things to do with my life than care how other people want to pigeon hole me.
Class - it's like cool, the more you worry about it, the less you have
I'm Australian, so I'm pure class 🙂
Working class, innit.
Beans innit?Supermarket own brand = Working.
Heinz = Middle
None = Upper.
Maybe, but I always thought is was interesting at school how the middle class kids wore fewer overly expensive branded goods vs the aspirational. FWIW, there's no denying it, I'm now middle class although only non-branded beans in my cupboard.
[b]bravohotel9er[/b]
My butler is typing this on my behalf.
You heathen oik. My butler summoned for the Estate Secretary, as correspondence with the great unwashed falls within her bailiwick.
Privately educated, good degree from good university, professionally qualified, own several houses, kids go to private school. Rather enjoy cous, can't stand soap opera.
BUT...father was a miner, would walk on broken glass before voting Tory, no fan of opera or ballet, still love punk, hate wearing suits, can't stand the monarchy.
Probably still working class, just.
Are we all picking sides now for the next battle in the Class War ? Can I be a Conscientious Objector please ?
Bob Crow vs Boris Johnson on the sunday politics programme yesterday morning was the first shot across the bows I believe, heavy artillery fire due from Manchester later today.
Well some say it's the language you use - if you use a toilet or eat dessert you ain't never gonna be upper class no matter how rich you is.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U_and_non-U_English
My father's parents were the end of my family being part of the aristocracy with a curious hangover being that I'm listed in Burke's don't you know....
sorry Nickf, this isn't the 13th century any more, your class isn't defined by your parents.
you're middle class.
Nick, your mining father sent you to private school? Did he own his own mine or something?
Nickf - you are middle class thru and thru I am afraid!
The thing with class its very hard to define - and I know of at least 3 different ways of defining class.
Marxist - its all about your relationship to the means of production IIRC ( Ernie correct me please) So you have the bourgeoisie who own the means of production, the proletariat who only have their labour to sell.
Then the socioeconomic classes a b c1 c2 d e
Then you have the social classes of upper class, middle class ( split into 3 - upper, middle and lower) and working class.
Me - university educated, white collar job, university educated parents. Middle middle class. However go back 3 generations and my family are illiterate peasants and my grandmother was effectively sold as a servant at a hirings fair. Wroking class as they come.
Upper class you have to be born into.
Julian, we all managed to get scholarships, and my father got out of the mines by 23, having started down them at 15.
Overall, I'd suggest that class is pretty much self-defined. It's an attitude rather than anything else; whilst my class is not defined by my parents, my upbringing has certainly influenced me massively.
Ironically, my father (as working class as you could imagine) displayed great social mobility, ending up as a university lecturer. He'd have been shocked to be called working class.