The Snooty Ms Hopkins and Her Talking Backside

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Über elitist and personification of the Daily Mail’s wet dream Katy Hopkins has done again what she does best from her artificially inflated platform; projectile vomiting bile onto anyone she considers low-class.
 
This time the stuck-up, equine-like creature who is completely obsessed with the outdated class system, managed to put her foot right into it again by claiming that children with certain names should automatically be discarded as undesirables.
 
She was invited back to the daily TV show ‘This Morning’, to have her say on the matter. Throughout her recitation she sat wild-eyed with flailing arms to add punch to the snobbish soundbites she spat out – she could have been Hitler in drag. Her behaviour reminiscing of the tyrant addressing his ‘volks’. She looked like a woman possessed.
 
You see, the former ‘Apprentice’ contestant is convinced that she can tell a great deal from a name as to her, a name is a shortcut for establishing class and background in an instant. Of course, she could not allow her children, – who appear to have climbed out of her golden womb – to play with kids bearing names like Tyler, Chantelle, Charmaine and Chardonnay. Such children must be the spawn of the devil. Well she didn’t use these exact words, there was no denying however that this is what she precisely meant.
 
Of course anyone has the right to their own opinion. If this is what she believes,  she has the right to fester in her ignorant state of mind. What I nevertheless don’t condone is the cruel methods she uses to make her point.
 
And she was called cruel by the presenters for having such a haughty mentality and most of all for being unfair to kids who did not even choose their own name. And who was she to say that children with such names would automatically grind to a halt upon entering adulthood, and settle for a life of welfare instead of forking out a career?
 
Holly Willoughby got so incensed by Katie Hopkins that she told her ‘to stop right there’ and that was the end of the interview. But there were some funny moments too. For instance when she was mocked for mentioning that she didn’t like parents naming their child after geographical locations like Brooklyn and London. Philip Schofield commented in a splendidly dosed dry tone: “but did you not name your child India?”
 
“Yes but the name does not refer to a location.”
 
As always, talking right out of her rectum.
 
It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last that we will hear the fame-hungry businesswoman/columnist speak out the unthinkable. Controversy is what keeps this loathsome person in the papers, and on TV it seems – and she is very aware of this.
 
So far she has written one piece about overweight people (she would never hire a fat person, they can’t be but lazy), another piece about her nanny being pregnant (how despicable!), she also had a go at people on benefits, and then in one of her Daily Mail sponsored columns, she explained how she doesn’t allow her children to socialise with kids from a lower class. She even attacked her own family by writing a piece on how she cannot respect her husband, and in the last 48 hours she thought it was such a hoot to hit out at babies with ginger hair.’They are so much harder to love’, she tweeted.
 
This woman is on a quest to become the UK’s biggest villain and there is no reason why she shouldn’t get that thorny crown. She is nothing but a bigoted, nasty piece of work and a sensationalist to boot.
 
The thing however is, she has an audience, people are tweeting and talking about her and like The Guardian stated: she has become a ‘rent-a-gob’. In her little self-centred world this equals success. Not only does she get paid for doing this, she gets noticed as well, and if this means people hating her, that’s the price she’ll happily pay. As, so great is Katie Hopkins’ desire to be noticed that firing off these virulent social observations has become her modus operandi. The more she gives, the more she gets back. At present, she has been tweeting like a maniac, all sorts of ridiculous statements, and obviously many people reacted to these. If she could, I am sure she would throw all her tweets on a bed and roll naked in it.
 
Looking at the reactions of people, it is good to see that most people do not agree with her views. Of course, there will always be the ones with encapsulated minds who consider Ms Hopkins as their poster girl of classism. And, there will also be people who may tut at her insolence but will secretly agree with some of the things she’s said.
 
But does she have a point? Will a name make a difference in life?
 
I absolutely believe it should not be the case but at the same time, I am in two minds about this. A successful life should not depend on name nor class. But I have to agree somehow that certain names may not be that well received, and may as such potentially result in a child being bullied just because their parents wanted something quirky on the birth certificate. Or, later in life if they have to deal with an interviewer as bigoted as Ms Hopkins there is a chance they’ll get overlooked for a job just because their name is Desteeny Lambrini. Such is the reality of life unfortunately.
 
Yet we need to realise that it isn’t the child’s fault that such name was chosen and that surely living in the 21st century, it shouldn’t even matter. But of course, we may have a little chuckle when we hear someone ponder on whether to name their daughter Chandelier Or Chardonnay. Yet like Katie Hopkins we won’t ostracise that poor child and treat her and her family like the bourgeoisie used to treat the peasants in what must have been bygone times to her.
 
Such class-shooting is strange coming from a woman known to have little class herself. Yes, she may have been privately educated and has done pretty well for herself in life but that does not automatically grant her a certain level of class. In fact, I believe there are Kais, Kylies AND Katies living on council estates who have more class in their little finger than she will ever have. After all, this former Big Brother standby candidate is a woman who seeks her fame and fortune by digging her claws and tail into anyone she considers sub-standard – including her husband. She is a paid troll. Let’s also not forget that this is the woman who was caught on camera having sex in a field with her lover, a married man – not exactly high-class is it?
 
It’s a fact that this modern-day society has given birth to limelight seekers pushing as many buttons as they can, just so that the bare light bulb shining on their heads could turn into a blinding spotlight. Their hunger for attention is big.
 
For example, look at the former actrice Amanda Bynes, the reigning bully queen of social media.  She seems to fill her day by tweeting abusive comments about others, and she even called her own sister ugly.  I believe this girl has seen attention slipping away after her career faltered, and she probably tried several things before settling for this sort of life, full of instant gratification.
 
It is curious yet unsettling to observe that the only raison d’être for Bynes and Hopkins, is to attract as much attention as they possibly can by being cruel to others. Being nice didn’t get them anywhere after all. And, if their malignant thoughts result in mockery, anger and distress, it empowers them even more and spurs them on to continue. A cycle of biting, gorging on blood, rejuvenation and clicking refresh. Some people really are that desperate.
 
Katie Hopkins has now fuelled the argument further by claiming that she stands by what she said. She also believes that there are many closet Hopkins around. So that made me think: it’s my birthday next week and when I’ll blow out the candles I won’t wish for stuff that dreams are made of. What I will wish for however is that one day, her children will bring home a ginger, obese, working-class Ty or Sky – all the elements she clearly finds abhorrent.
 
Now, I realise that by giving my wish away, it may probably not materialise. Though, I have not too many worries as I know that come a certain age, her children will revolt against their obnoxious mother and as such, a Ty or Sky will never be far out of the picture – which is good. There is nothing wrong with them anyway.
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Why Our Smartphones Deserve Flowers And Lingerie

There was that defining moment in London Bridge tube station where I came to the final conclusion that we’ve become people who lead lives weaved around our phones, Apps and social media.

Interestingly enough, this conclusion came by watching two twenty-something girls larking around on the Southbound platform of the Northern Line.

Both dressed in their obligatory Superdry ensemble, they took snaps of each other on their Smartphones and when one of the girls came to sit next to me on the bench, I noticed how she immediately started ‘photoshopping’ one of her pictures. The other girl, put her phone back in her bag and burst out in an impromptu session of playing the air guitar.

“What are you doing, you nutter?”, the photoshopping girl asked. She looked perplexed.

The other girl stopped her Not So Wild Rocker impersonation and said calmly: “I’m creating a Facebook update”.

“What do you mean?”

The other girl took her phone out of her bag again and didn’t say anything whilst punching in letters on her screen. She then handed the phone over to her friend.

“You are totally mad! You’ve just done some rocking on the platform so you can write it on your wall?”

“Yeah – and?”

“You crazy!”

Well I was taken aback too. I had just witnessed this remarkable scene with gaping mouth. Some girl had done a quirky thing on purpose, with the eye on an instant post on her Facebook.

A set-up to entertain her followers sitting in her handbag. Her life, clearly evolving around her phone and social media. It was a premeditated status update.

Of course, I had already established before that particular moment in London Bridge, that most of us seem to covet a particular close relationship with our phones. Especially in the last three, four years since Smartphones boomed and everyone started building themselves, a ‘window to their life’ through the many social platforms up for selection. In fact, that close relationship has become an extra special one.

As, where our mobile phone was once a tool to call, text and calculate, it now has become the equivalent of a modern age Swiss knife – with a parallel world attached to it. It is therefore fair to say that the possibilities of the modern day mobile phone have excelled our wildest imaginations (who would have thought hey?) – and don’t most of us exploit it to ridiculous extent?

Look around you on a busy street and what do you see?

Aside from the usual standards, you will see people with their phones out.

Most of them will zip like well dressed robots through the street whilst peering at their screen. They may be verifying the route to take or check their emails yet quite a few though will be in the process of updating their Twitter, Facebook and the likes.

Let me tell you, to me, these people are a bloody pain as I am always jumping out of the way for them.

Completely oblivious to their surrounding they are and always appear to move upon a wonky track. You can recognise them from the back by their zigzagging and slower pace, their necks stretched to allow their chin to rest on their collar bone. It’s a shame they no longer wish to participate in ordinary city life but I guess, it is more important to think of a funky hashtag with the eye on setting the tone for the latest trending in Twitter town.

When I see them crossing a road whilst still staring at their phone, I can’t help but mumble: bloody idiots.

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When you go past a bus stop these days, you will most probably see a crowd of people and almost all of them will have their heads bowed by default – focussing on their phone. These people will then get on that bus, swipe their Oyster card with one hand and with the other firmly clutching their phone, they’ll manage to press re-fresh in order to verify how many more ‘likes’ they’ve accumulated since they’ve updated their wall five minutes ago.

Obviously we see them everywhere, the people who are looking down rather than up. For, how much is the number increasing of couples sitting face to face in a cosy restaurant, their eyes fixed on the object of their desire yet it is not the person in front of them they’re concentrating on, it is their phone? Sometimes you see them laughing hysterically – usually it is because they’ve seen a funny Lolcatz appear in their news feed or are following a hilarious trend.

It just seems to be a true modern day sight.

It did go all so quickly though. I can remember the initial flush of love I felt when I got my first Smartphone. All of a sudden, there was no need any more for me to switch on my laptop as I now had the world in my hand. Everything seemed possible, I was forever connected, life was so much more appealing this way. Yet like with a lot of extreme passionate relationships, the rot sets in very quickly. Oh, I am still happy with my phone and I am absolutely not considering divorcing it. I however realise how much society has changed because of it – and it’s not for the better.

Why is it that so many of us have become totally obsessed by our mobile? How did we become these addicts who are always doing something on our phones but rarely use it to call any more? And, have we really forgotten what life was pre-Smartphone?

These days, I don’t see many people reading a paper or book on the tube. Instead, I watch them flicking coloured balls or fat chickens over their screen. Others are forever trying to pick up the WiFi at each station where they get about thirty seconds to go on-line The urge to drop a witty anecdote on-line is so big, you see them licking their lips as stress mode sets in when the WiFi cannot be picked up at a particular tube stop.

That ‘special’ relationship we have with it, has become too intense. So much even, I am surprised to see that we don’t yet buy our mobile, flowers and lingerie for Valentine’s Day. Our phones are after all the thing we fondle the most. We eat with it, sleep with it, hell we even take it with us to the bathroom.

My husband is always surprised to see me going to the loo to then read an update on my Facebook wall whilst he is waiting for me. That is another thing by the way: waiting time.

It seems to be almost unimaginable these days to wait for someone – just wait whilst doing nothing. No, we must take out that phone as soon as the other person leaves us for even a few minutes. There are far too many things to check out on-line to waste such precious time by doing nothing.

The option we now have to always be connected, wherever we are, has split the phone obsessed people in two different groups: the exhibitionists and the voyeurs. As, have you not noticed how some people never post anything on-line but always appear to be fully informed on others’ whereabouts? They are the ‘scrollers’ who hoover the lives up of others without giving anything back in return. Then there are the exhibitionists, who love nothing more than playing gallery with their lives and beside the jolly holiday snaps and quirky updates, you also get to know about the instant they are pouring themselves a beer. Re-fresh your phone whilst cooking a mean chill con carne and you’ll read the newest post: ‘Mmmm.. good beer’.

We may get irritated by such inane comments or laugh and get ourselves a beer too, we nevertheless keep checking and reacting by swiping our screen vigorously in any sort of environment. We know most of the content is rubbish and we realise the silly games we play won’t increase our conjunctive thinking power but, addicts as we are, we just can’t stop ourselves.

Yes, we’ve all changed so much but there are some good things about all this too. Having the internet in my pocket has saved the day on many occasions. Whether it was when I got lost in Manila or when we had a power cut at work and needed to ‘Google’ telephone numbers to inform our clients we were going home, or even better, when I saw a pair of pretty shoes in a shop and immediately checked their competitor’s website to see that they were offering the same for £25 less. I walked out of that shop, straight into the other to buy them – and thanked my phone.

The downside however is that we no longer appear to be people who connect with each other in real life. We seem more bothered about the constant stimulation we require through our phone and we appear to care less about the quality of it all. That makes me wonder what the future will bring if we allow ourselves to continuously sink into the parallel world we built inside our phones rather than focussing on the reality around us?

Is there a chance that the future generation will become a social awkward lot as a result of our obsession?

Then again, they will probably have enough Apps to entertain them for a lifetime.

Despite the fact that I do not like to be surrounded by people with their heads bowed nor do I enjoy seeing them loving their mobile more than their supposed beloved, I nevertheless agree that today’s phone is undoubtedly, a damn, fine thing. And let’s not forget, beside all modern age options they offer such as socialising on-line flicking coloured balls over your screen and being able to ‘Photoshop’ yourself to the extent of being unrecognisable, they allow you to do these incredible things too, like; call, text or calculate.

If only we could refrain ourselves of all this lovemaking in public.