TV review (part 1): Mary’s Bottom Line
Mary Portas arrives at some godforsaken hellhole, looks at an old textile factory and says: “this used to be the hub of the community and all sorts of wonderful and exciting things happened here. It was so vibrant and full of life.” Or something along those lines. No, Mary, that building used to be despised by thousands. It was a place that paid shit wages, treated workers like crap and was filled with poverty, misery, abuse, probably even death. There’s nothing romantic about it.
There’s something about these patronising middle class wankers that draws them to the conclusion that somehow working 40, 50, 60 hour weeks is an absolute pleasure or something. Like working men and women joyously leap out of bed at 5am, smiling from ear to ear at the prospect of spending all day slaving over a machine. Oh, what could be better than spending all day slaving over a machine!
Except the only people that think this bullshit are the ones that have the lovely cushy jobs, the ones that are able to swan in and out of their cozy office at leisure to ‘grap a latté yah’. “Daddy pays for my penthouse and all my food but I’m sooo jealous of all those people that work for a living, it must be sooo much fun.”
No one who does a 40 hour week in a real job feels dignified. We feel dirty, used and exhausted. We feel like we want to escape it all, win the lottery and take it easy! We wish our children won’t have to follow in our footsteps and that they’ll do well and be able to provide for their families without having to degrade themselves like we do. THERE IS NO FUCKING DIGNITY IN LABOUR!
If patronising wankers like Mary Portas are so into romanticising the idea of work then they should try doing some themselves; god knows we’d all love a break!