[youngian]

Kids today all they do is not moan. They would rather complain about frothy coffee than immigrants speaking forrin, the EU and transgender police officers or feminists, the internet blah blah

Millennials get a bad press, and no wonder. Look at them! Or to be more accurate, look at them through my vinegary gaze.

They are always wafting around in a daze, taking pictures of rainbows in puddles or scrolling through their phones with the intensity of a snake charmer staring down a cobra.

They spend money they should be saving on ridiculous pumpkin-spiced lattes from overpriced coffee shops, or ordering Deliveroo pizzas while worrying the wi-fi signal is going down in their safe space.

Like meerkats, they move around together in self-sufficient little gangs, sharing the same acceptable Leftist opinions, uninterested and unable to connect emotionally with the world outside.

No snowflake born in the past two decades of the 20th century seems to know how to dress a wound or put up a shelf or make supper out of an onion, a baked potato and a tofu sausage.

But they do all love Jeremy Corbyn because he is a freedom fighter and a vegetarian who digs Venezuela and wears corduroy ironically, just like them. They can only communicate within and beyond their circle via their smartphones or other hand-held devices, and even then only in cryptic acronyms.

They live by the maxim of YOLO (you only live once) and often suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out), even if they often have problems coping IRL (in real life).

Not all Millennials are like this, of course — don’t all msg me at once, haterz — but a recent survey did more to reinforce the stereotype than to knock it down.


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I don't think the kidz have used abbreviated text for over a decade Jan. They treat me like I'm a twat: "uninterested and unable to connect emotionally with the world outside." Has woman of the world Jan Moir ever taken a stroll down Costas in any high street in the country and had a look at the customer demographics? Clearly not. She is imagining the world when she was young when everyone bundled down the boozer, coffee drinkers were foreigners or 50s cats watching Tommy Steele play and there was little else to do. No cultural, intellectual or emotional connection with the modern world.

[Lardboy]

They pay her real money to write that shit? Seriously?

[Safe_Timber_Man]

Hard hitting stuff from Moir:

A princess can't be a designer queen AND a woman at Marks & Spencer
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/artic ... queen.html

A blurry picture is beginning to emerge of Miss Markle's style; of the kind of woman she is and the type of royal she will become — but it is not making much sense.

One minute, the 36-year-old former actress is in a gaspingly expensive six-figure ballgown and a £600 Victoria Beckham jumper; the next she is in £45 High Street staples like everyone else.

But who is the real Meghan? Is she the pampered, A-list, designer-clad star who helicoptered into Monaco at New Year so that she and Harry could 'party like tycoons' in the fleshpots of the principality?

Or is she the socially and environmentally concerned princess-in-waiting who turned up at a Brixton radio station this week in her Marks and Sparks jumper and her take-me-seriously hair to discuss knife crime in London?

We need to know. And fast.

Really, though, it's just an article to tee up Meghan for this:

Kitty Woo, West London, United Kingdom, 5 hours ago
I think the real question is not can she wear an M&S jumper and designer dress, but can she claim to be a humanitarian and wear a £56,000 dress whilst complaining about child poverty or even can she be a vegan and roast a chicken or can she have loving parents and still never have had a family? The woman is a mass of contradictions.
+1261 -93

lady_with_a_bow, Blue planet, India, 6 hours ago
Miss. Markle should wise up and tread carefully if she wish to enjoy the status longer. She could have attended a finishing school like Mary of Denmark. Once Brexit deal is done, UK will focus more on common wealth countries for business. She will have to travel and charm host countries as part of her role. Would anyone take her seriously if she keep clinging to Harry like a baby koala? I'm a decade younger than Markle and feel embarrassed about her cheap ploys.
+736 -150

Cherry Wabbit, London, United Kingdom, 5 hours ago
Markle is hugely unpopular in the very country she hopes to become Royalty in. The problem is the number who still think we need a monarchy is dwindling and even those that do support it don't want this middle aged, American divorcée with her tawdry past to be a part of it. If Harry was not so arrogant he could see this choice will never work out. They were booed in Birmingham but the media refused to cover that and the crowd was tiny and composed of tourists predominantly in Brixton. It doesn't matter if Markle wears Lowe cashnere or if she wears Marks & Sparks....you cannot transform her into someone we'll accept with clothing. She is a horrendous choice and is damaging the standing of the Royal Family. If you haven't signed the online petition yet to deny her having an title or official role then look it up, lots of people have . Let's at least limit the impact she has and scandal and showbiz trash of the Kardashian type being made a Princess.
+405 -102

Celina, Obama, Japan, 11 hours ago
"But who is the real Meghan? Is she the pampered, A-list, designer-clad star who helicoptered into Monaco at New Year so that she and Harry could 'party like tycoons' in the fleshpots of the principality?" <-- I'll choose this one. She is just a clothes horse pretending to be a humanitarian. She's fake head-to-toe, inside out, just like Amal Looney.
+303 -50

Caramel Toffee, Paris, France, 4 hours ago
Harry's facial expression on the engagement portrait shows like never before how fragile and thirsty for love he is. He looks like an emotional puppy. This young man is vulnerable and an easy target for ruthless social-climbers.
+106 -13

Caramel Toffee, Paris, France, 4 hours ago
Look at people's facial expressions on the group photo ! Each and every person looks genuine, relaxed and "in the moment" including Harry ... and except Meghan ! Her facial expression is fixed, controlled, calculated. You can almost hear the voice inside her head saying : " How do I look ? How should I look ? More smiling ? ... so boring ... Oops ! Stay focused Megs ! ".
+80 -12

[cycloon]

...who are these people?

[Andy McDandy]

Middle aged?

[Big Arnold]

Dacre seems to have turned against her. Can't imagine why.

Not so confident after all! Body language expert reveals how Meghan touches her hair in public to stay calm under pressure - as it's the adult version of 'clutching a mother's skirt'

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/artic ... -hair.html

[Bones McCoy]

...who are these people?

Amateur psychologists who know everything they need to know form the colour of a woman's skin.

[Safe_Timber_Man]

I would take a statue of Mrs Thatcher over a suffragette any day
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She's more deserving of one than Abraham Lincoln or Nelson Mandela, apparently.

No room for the first female and longest-serving British Prime Minister of the 20th century? Some might think she is more deserving of a place there, in that grassy square at the heart of our democracy, than long-term residents Abraham Lincoln or Nelson Mandela.

And...

I have always believed Davison’s act of stepping out in front of a pack of thundering racehorses was reckless, dangerous and selfish.

She put innocent horses and their riders in peril — the amazing thing is that the only person she killed was herself. And to make what point? I’m still not sure.

Davison’s act wasn’t courageous or heroic, it was utterly stupid.

Courage was taking on the unions in a hidebound society in the Eighties...

That Margaret Thatcher statue in Parliament Square? Somewhere deep within my own mighty superstructure, I suspect it is never going to happen.

Five-legged pigs will fly over a blue moon on the twelfth of never before the former Conservative Prime Minister is so honoured, raised high on a plinth, given the pride of place she so richly deserves, right in the heart of Westminster.

I can even imagine Jeremy Corbyn getting there first, cast in recycled matter from the EdStone, his Catweazle frame depicted doing something man-of-the-people, such as tossing out a spray of birdseed for the many pigeons, not the few.

Sadiq Khan has the vain air of a London mayor who has already bagged his plot, booked the sculptor and the microbag of easy-melt bronze beads.

But Maggie, Maggie, Maggie? Out, out, out.

Five years after her death and nearly 30 after she resigned as Prime Minister, Baroness Thatcher remains what polite society calls a ‘divisive figure’. But we all know what that really means — everyone on the Left still loathes her and the passage of time has not cooled their spittle-flecked hatred.

Indeed, with the rise of Left-wing fanaticism, in the guise of Momentum and red-in-tooth-and-claw Corbynism, one could argue that the bile barometer has never been higher — with the concomitant prospects of our former leader being publicly celebrated sinking ever lower.

The idea for a statue was proposed soon after Mrs Thatcher’s death in 2013, when an appeal raised £300,000 — but since then, there has been nothing but excuses, prevarication and a lack of appetite.

A first planning application for erection in Parliament Square was submitted last May, but six months ago, that proposal and design was thrown out over fears of vandalism from activists.

The police even stepped in to suggest redesigns that included a higher, smoother plinth to prevent the pampered sons of millionaire rock stars or skunk-addled anarchists in Guy Fawkes masks climbing aboard to do their worst.

Now officials say there are too many other monuments in the square and there is no room for her, anyway.

No room for the first female and longest-serving British Prime Minister of the 20th century? Some might think she is more deserving of a place there, in that grassy square at the heart of our democracy, than long-term residents Abraham Lincoln or Nelson Mandela.

Even her daughter, Carol Thatcher, hasn’t helped. Her objection to the new statue’s lack of handbag has been seized upon as ‘family disapproval’ by those determined to keep Maggie out.

Look. I don’t much like the ten-foot bronze (pictured) myself. It depicts Mrs T with a great crest of Lenny the Lion hair and swamped in the gender-neutral pomp of her garter robes.

Sculptor Douglas Jennings has certainly captured a glassy likeness, but I wanted something to celebrate the fact that here was a woman — a woman! — who had succeeded so spectacularly in a man’s world. Not a woman draped in the cloak of an ancient patriarchal order. Maybe Carol was right about the handbag.

As this tortuous process blunders on, surely there has been too much focus placed on those who would object to the Thatcher statue, rather than the millions who would welcome it?

Despite current modish concerns, in time, history will suggest that Mrs Thatcher was one of the greatest PMs Britain has ever known. Pragmatic, tough and not afraid of being disliked, she made unpopular decisions for the sake of the country and interests of the nation, not merely to ensure her party stayed in power.

She did this without dither or compromise and came to understand that women have to be three times as good as men to attain a quarter of the same esteem. How one longs for that certitude and strength of character these days.

I wasn’t always a fan. As a young Lefty, I had my issues with Mrs T — one of my friends even egged her and we were thrilled. Now the red smoke has cleared from my eyes and I can see the enormity of what she achieved and how many of us have benefited from her vision.

Yet, instead of Mrs Thatcher being the first woman in Parliament Square, it is to be suffragist Millicent Fawcett, following a campaign by feminist activists.

Fawcett’s statue, made by Gillian Wearing, will hold a placard containing a quote from a speech she gave following Emily Davison’s death during the 1913 Epsom Derby. It reads ‘Courage calls to courage everywhere’. Courage? I have always believed Davison’s act of stepping out in front of a pack of thundering racehorses was reckless, dangerous and selfish.

She put innocent horses and their riders in peril — the amazing thing is that the only person she killed was herself. And to make what point? I’m still not sure.

Davison’s act wasn’t courageous or heroic, it was utterly stupid. Courage was taking on the unions in a hidebound society in the Eighties, courage was daring to champion economic and individual liberty at a time when it was unfashionable, courage was dragging this country from long-term decline and reintroducing it to prosperity.

But for the moment, it is to be Millie and not Maggie who will be the queen of Parliament Square. Gah!

Every time I bowl past there on the bus or in a taxi and am reminded of the idiocy of a trampled martyr celebrated as a feminist triumph, while the real heroine is hidden from public gaze because of concerns about the unrest her presence might evoke, it is going to make me furious.

[Boiler]

"Won't somebody think of the horses?"

"Fuck off, Moir"

[Abernathy]

That reminds me - I must give my bile barometer a bit of a polish.

[Boiler]

Is that a euphemism, Abers?

[Abernathy]

Well, Jan Moir's got one....

[Bones McCoy]

And how will Ms Moir fund her hobby statue?
Other people's money from the magic tree while soldiers are sleeping on our freezing streets.

Why does the Mail hate our armed forces??

[youngian]

And how will Ms Moir fund her hobby statue?
Other people's money from the magic tree while soldiers are sleeping on our freezing streets.

Why does the Mail hate our armed forces??

It can be funded from the foreign aid budget like everything else.

[Andy McDandy]

Or those lefties can dig into their pockets for a change. You know that Yvette Pixie Sparkledust Thingy? You don't see her putting up a statue of Maggie in her spare room. Eh? EH?