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What the f*ck is a Jack Monroe and why won't it f*ck off and take its awful tattoos, leftovers and
absurd, bourgeois pretence that anyone who is actually hard up reads Guardian articles about food with it?
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My main problem is that she seems to have completely ignored the existence of red meat
I mean, it's not a meal if you dont have red meat.
It's at best a starter.
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Today's recipe is Some Mean-Spirited Niggardly Grey Boiled Mess
in a Smug Self-Righteous Hypocrisy Sauce.
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Her recipes annoy me as it's all divided by portion. That rice isn't really 4p Jack, it's a quid.
Sick of her.
Some decent recipes though tbh.
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1p per portion.*
*Assuming you have ten half-used tins of awful hippy ****e open in your cupboards.
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She's an unmarried mother and proud lesbian.
There's some intersectionality, if you will.
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Too dear for povs, apparently. But they supposedly don't mind shelling out on a £20 cookery book
If I were a downtrodden prole, I think I'd probably see it as the do-gooding middle classes telling me what to do and how I should live yet a-f*cking-gain and tell her to stick it up her bum.
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Did we pay for her tattoos, c? Did we?

Can you spot the internal contradiction in her Wikipedia entry here? (Clue: the use of the word 'forced')
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| Monroe gained a profile in the British press for her recipes for ultra-affordable meals, which she created after she left her job at Essex County Fire and Rescue Service and was forced as a single mother to find cheap ways to feed herself and her son. |
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I think you might be tripping over her class ambiguity a bit there
I think I'd rather starve than swear off meat.
There's a reason Findas Crispy Pancakes still sell well.
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Well her other half left, taking childcare with him
So, unless the three year old was remarkably self sufficient I would say she was pretty forced to look after him.
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She wasn't forced to be a lesbian, was she?
No wonder the poor chap left if his bird started pretending to like lezzing up. Her own fault.
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She wasn't given much option tbh.
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| It insisted, however, on her doing two days and two nights. The nights were 15 hours long and the job was based in Brentwood, which is 30 miles away. She applied for a transfer to a job cooking in the canteen. Or installing smoke alarms in people's houses. "It got to the point where they just thought I was being a pain," she says. "I think at the time the top seven ranks in Essex fire service were exclusively men. My boss's attitude was: when you chose to have a baby why didn't you think this through?" |
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I dont think she's a lesbian, pretendy or otherwise
I'm starting to hate you and C for making me defend her though.
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It says she 'identifies as a lesbian' (whatever the foxhunting f*ck that means) and she's called
Jack. She's deffo a pretendy dyke.
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And of course, it was impossible to find a different job.
Absolutely impossible. Or, to put it another way, why bother when there are any number of daft c**ts having 55% of their hard-earned stolen by the Revenue to shower on the tattooed, lazy, indolent wastes of skin generated by 70 years of socialism.
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I'm on her boss' side, tbh. Besides, whoever heard of a lady fireman?
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Hmm, that's similar to what I was arguing the other week, ISTR.

In response to an assualt against proles who don't grow their own organic gravy-plants or some such.
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Besides, why couldn't she do what every other fireman does and - when she's not sitting around
watching porn and scratching her arse - drive a taxi, do painting and decorating, etc for cash in hand? Or, failing that, feign some sort of workplace injury and go on the sick?
No initiative, that's her problem.
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I give up, this world is getting too complex
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'S alright, she needn't bother. I'm going to work to pay for her and her mewling brat.
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"70 years of socialism"

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Oh, I'm merely empathising with the proles, here. Not sympathising. God forbid.
They should all be gassed, etc, etc.
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Besides, nature has a role for young women who make bad choices and consequently have no money.
Hideous, sweaty, middle aged men in Ford Focuses aren't going to suck their own cocks, ffs!
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I'll have you know I'm a hideous, sweaty middle-aged man, and I've never
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You know full well I don't mean the likes of you. I mean the sort of men who wear slacks.
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I'm claiming this as a victory for the forces of conservatism

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Qualified victory, at best. That lady clearly was for turning
Which is a waste, given all the firemen she used to hang around with
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Are slacks trousers?
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Would this be the same socialism that enabled decent, hard-working folk to get a start in life
by offering state and local-authority subsidised housing?
Or would it be the socialism that didn't exist in the previous century when the lower orders were still considered by some as lazy, indolent wastrels?
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You'd think her bloke might have got the hint when she said she wanted to be a fireman, tbh.
Short of signing up for sensibleshoes.com, getting a poster of Claire Balding and playing rugby, she couldn't have been much more explicit about it, could she?
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You both seem to be missing a detail here.
Where do babies come from? If two ladies rub their boobies together (or whatever dorty lezzas do) does a baby appear?
No. I believe a man is required to do a naughty with the lady.
So only AFTER the child support and the housing benefit has she discovers she loves not the cock.
Suspicious.
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Yes, but slacks predominantly contain man made fibres.
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So are you saying that such benefits should be dependent on an undertaking to stick to cock for at
least - what? - the next ten years?
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Mother of Christ.
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I am suggesting that, despite being a devoted beanflicker, she ensnared some innocent victim to
impregnate her, the better to rape the benefits system and ensure that I have to engage in some HIGHLY expensive tax, erm, 'planning'.
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They wouldn't leave loopholes if they didn't want you to use them, old chap.
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Why must they make the loopholes so complex that they require teams of highly
specialised accountants and solicitors to exploit? It's not fair.
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To create employment for such people. Otherwise, they'd starve.