It seems bizarre that in the twenty-first century I’m aware of class differences. I suppose that with staying with my Gentleman Friend’s parents it could get put down to generation gaps but given that it’s happening with increasing regularity between me and my uni friends I don’t think I can entirely.
It’s so ridiculous, I’m a 21st century Mish graduated from uni and teacher training college and increasingly noticing that I’m rural and northern and not quite making it into the realm of middle-class, or at any rate definately in the lower eschelons therein. I’m not particularly bothered by this either way but the fact that it’s noticeable in this modern era makes me despair slightly.
And yes I’m a SOCIALIST! Not having lived with right-wingers on a regular basis since school I’d forgotten how much gets taken for granted.
Yes I believe that railways, power, water et al should be nationalised. Yes I believe that the dole should be allocated on a from each according to his abilities and to each according to his needs basis. Oh sorry did I slip into communism there?
If you’re going to allocate more money to the army for not fighting then call it something else and allocate basic training there. Yes I believe that national service could be a good idea, but not for conscripting into the army, make it a way of people learning responsibility to the planet, send all our eighteen year olds over seas to replant the rainforest and learn how to look after themselves for a year.
Bah. I love talking politics with people who enjoy debating it but when things involve families stuff gets that bit more difficult I guess.
And I can find plenty of reasons to poke fun at Gordon Brown and Tony Blair most of which involve them NOT being labour or left wing. I’d rather them or the Lib Dems than another right wing government.
Part of me wants to burn the whole lot down and send tabs of LSD to everyone in the post. Course, that’d be the easy way out.
Open your conciousnesses, trip out and take charge of your lives.