"There I stood, homeless with my Prada case"

As a rule, I tend not to get political or point out the utter crapness of the media on this blog; I'll leave that sort of thing to the rather bloody good Enemies Of Reason, but I followed a Twitter link earlier today and came across a "story" by Liz Jones, which, well, just take a look at the headline and see for yourself:


That should tell you all you need to know right there, really. You can go and read the story yourself if you want, but I'll save you the bother: Jones, a middle class "journalist" who has shitloads of cash and no idea how much of it she spends or even care, goes to a posh hotel, has her credit cards declined, can't get any money from a cash machine, so calls her agent to come and bail her out. And in those brief moments when she's forced to stand outside the hotel - a cheap one, where they have valet parking and clean her BMW - she realises what it must be like to be homeless, which is strange, because when I read her article, I had a sudden realisation into what it must be like to be a boring fucking hack with absolutely no grasp of what life is actually all about.

On a completely different level, though, that article is, well, a complete waste of time. It's not really an opinion piece and it's not really investigative journalism, either (unless investigative journalism consists of bragging about how much money you have); It is, however, a pointless waste of time and effort for all parties concerned. It's actually shocking that The Daily Mail would actually pay money for something that's so mind numbingly pointless - yes, you can say that about all of the Mail's content, but, as a whole, it serves a purpose: it gives us something to hate. This article doesn't even do that. It's nothing more than a piece of low grade filler that's taking up valuable space on the Internet; it's a blog post about not being treated with the respect your class apparently deserves, that's somehow been passed off as an insightful article about...something.

Jones is nothing more than a professional troll who, frankly, doesn't deserve the amount of time I've spent actually writing this post, so I won't be saying anything more about this. I do urge you to go and check out Anton Vowl's brilliant piece about people like Jones: The prolls creak into life.