Sunday, 25 November 2012

Opportunity Knocks But Rarely Comes In


So I just signed up for a student loan.  This is purely so that I can complete a course, which will allegedly enable me to progress in my chosen career.  Quite a noble reason for getting oneself into debt.  I suppose that, on balance, there are worse reasons for getting into debt but this does not make the fact that I will come out of university owing a big evil bank thousands of pounds any easier to deal with.  The thought of contributing anything to their already over inflated balance sheets, even if it is only a pittance, leaves me feeling cold and resentful.  Yet, without their “help,” I would have been unable to complete my course.  The problem is that for all that Universities pretend to be these high minded cathedrals of learning; they are really nothing but blood sucking, money grabbing leeches.  Sure, they may have been all altruistic when they were nothing more than a few learned masters teaching gifted and talented students in rooms above inns but it just isn’t like that any more.  If you really want to prove my point then feel free to be late with a tuition fee instalment.  Have a gander through the myriad of threatening emails that they send claiming that you will be kicked off your course and unable to matriculate if you fail to make the coveted payment within an allotted timescale.  The long and short of this paragraph is that if you want to get anywhere these days, you will probably need to go on some sort of course and these courses cost money.  Money is in short supply to most people.

However, there is another way.  A way that doesn’t involve begging banks on bended knees to loan you money.  A way that doesn’t entail you sitting up until stupid o’clock in the morning typing up an essay whilst high on energy drinks.  There is a down side though.  You have to not mind looking like a complete pillock in front of an entire nation of brain dead drones.  The official term is reality TV but I prefer to call it the exploitation of the financially desperate and chronically stupid.  However, reality TV has a much better ring to it so we shall run with it (that and it is much easier to type). 

I will be the first to admit that I have often been disdainful of such programmes and the kind of people who go on them.  I mean, who would want to spend however many weeks prancing around in a house full of strangers and be filmed in the process?  I never really understood the mentality.  That is, until I found myself grovelling to a bank in order to be able to BORROW my course fees.  The thing is, that if I was financially better off this would not have been an issue.  I could have just paid off my uni fees in one lump sum.  However, like most of the population I am not rich.  Sure, I can afford my bills and my rent without a struggle.  This is more than can be said for a lot of people.  There are many people who I know of who have to think twice before putting the heating on.  It is literally a case of “can I afford to eat AND be warm?”  It is a grim state of affairs when you have to choose between eating and staying warm but that is what a lot of people are calling reality these days.  So I cannot blame those who, upon seeing a way out, scramble towards it in the hope of finding something better on the other side.  If that means locking yourself in a house full of other z list wannabes then so be it.  Six months of endorsing cheap perfumes and appearing on day time TV shows has got to be better than serving booze to twelve year olds in One Stop. 

Of course, these people could do it the old fashioned way and work hard in order to get a good job.  It is perfectly doable, right?  WRONG!  As we have already discussed, the way in to most reasonable jobs nowadays is a university degree and these do not come cheap.  Then there is the issue of your education before university.  In the UK, the top jobs are taken by those with the privilege of a private school education, which certainly does not come cheap.  Thus, it goes without saying that in order for a person to succeed in this world they had better be starting from a relatively good position.  By that I mean that mummy and daddy had better be in a position to pay up for school and university fees.  I know you will all hate me for saying this because, well, you are still clinging onto the belief that Britain is a meritocracy whereby anyone with the talent and determination to succeed can do so.  Just look at the likes of Alan Sugar and Philip Green, you all cry wistfully.  Yes, they started from virtually nothing and are now worth tidy sums.  However, they started off in a different climate.  One in which the business world was less hostile to the fledgling businesses.  Amazon had not yet been dreamt up and Tesco wasn’t the colossal force of misery and exploitation that it is today.  Today’s world is different.  The big guns like Amazon and Tesco rule and you may as well quell any notions that your business could ever compete with them because that just won’t happen. 

Traditionally, the business world has been the hope of the working classes where politics and general pratting about with polo sticks has been the domain of the upper classes.   However, the current economic climate has stopped a lot of working class people in their tracks.  They see that their traditional means of gaining some semblance of control (for the business community is quite influential) and autonomy has now been shut off to them, whilst the rich are still able to do pretty much what they have always done.  Namely, doing a bad job of running the country and blaming those lower down the pecking order for their monumental screw ups.  So this leaves your average working class person with a conundrum: One Stop or Big Brother?  I suppose that the end decision doesn’t actually matter since either way, you will end up getting mouthfuls of abuse from an undeserving public whilst being shafted by a huge corporation whose only use for you is to make them money.  It’s just that one of the options will net you more riches and a brief sniff of fame (unless that armed robbery you were caught up in happens to be broadcast on Crimewatch).

Somehow, I am feeling more positive about the loan debacle....

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Don't Tell The Groom!


I was warned by a rather disdainful fiancĂ© not to watch it and like the stubborn little bint that I am, I went ahead and watched it regardless.  I am, of course, referring to “Don’t Tell The Bride.”  That hour long sexist extravaganza, in which a bratty bride to be hands over the responsibility of organising her dream wedding to her feckless but ultimately well meaning groom.  You don’t have to be Mystic Meg to predict the premise: woman expresses her desire for a Disney style wedding, man organises a wedding that involves a quick job at the local Maccy Dees (whilst they all dress in tracksuits and prance down the aisle to dub step), bride bursts into tears.  It is a cheap, no fail formula.  Well, I say cheap.  The programme makers have to fork out 12K for the featured wedding. Indeed, why else would somebody volunteer to make a complete tit of themselves on national TV?  I say no fail because it seems to encapsulate all that the British public want from their TV programming: morons, weddings, gender stereotypes and, if you’re really lucky, a few colossal tantrums.

It turns out that the fiancĂ© was right; I hated the whole bloody programme and got extremely angry.  I mean, come on.  Thousands of people the world over are starving.  Many people in this country are struggling to heat their homes due to rising fuel costs.  Animals throughout the world are suffering due to mistreatment and neglect.  Yet, somehow these spoilt brats (sorry but I cannot think of a term that is more apt) seem to feel that her husband to be picking the wrong colour wedding dress or incorrectly shaped invites warrants her throwing a massive wobbly.  Oh Christ alive!  One phrase springs to mind and that’s GROW UP.  Oh and get over yourself.

Then there’s the sexism.  The whole thing just backs up the cultural stereotypes that are so pervasive in the portrayal of relationships.  You know the stereotypes I mean: the woman puts everything into maintaining a healthy relationship whilst the man sits in an armchair, slurping beer, burping, belching, watching football and picking his nose.  Hmmmfff.  This programme takes these stereotypes and shoves them into a very specific, high pressured situation.  I.e. wedding planning.  The one day that most women are socialised and manipulated into dominating and having as their day.  The day that would normally be meticulously planned by bride and mother of the bride (or so I’m told).  Only this time it is down to the simpleton groom and his clan of apelike peers.  Rather predictably, they ALWAYS manage to organise something that is the exact opposite to the dream wedding that has been dreamed up by their bride to be.  Shock horror.  A man actually getting control of a day that, when you think about it in a fair and even handed way, is half his day anyway.  So what if he wants to serve kebabs at his own wedding?  So what if he’d rather arrive at the registry office on the back of a tractor instead of a Rolls Royce?  I’m actually on the side of men everywhere here. 

We talk about equality and how we want everyone to have an equal say in everything, a sentiment that I wholeheartedly agree with.  Yet, it seems that when it comes to wedding planning a lot of girlies seem to cringe at the thought of letting the male half of the partnership anywhere near it.  Why?  What are you all afraid of?  More sense being injected into the proceedings?  A lower credit card bill?  Offending your mother?  Oh dear God. 

Naturally, it is all the opposite way around in our case.  We have agreed that, in order to comply with health and safety and common decency, he should organise everything and I should not be let anywhere near anything.  This decreases the possibility of embarrassment and would be better all round.