A smug middle-class tosser mansplains.
I don't know if it's some manner of snobbery-related false consciousness or (more likely) a complete inability to function like other people, but I must admit that them there poll results make for somewhat uncomfortable reading.
The lunch one isn't too much of a surprise, given that A Works with A Canteen is the sort of quaint affectation that one might see on an Ealing Comedy about people in flat caps waving spanners at that mythical creature the 'shop steward'. Or if not Ealing then BBC Light Entertainment from the seventies where everything was brown. I'm not about to advocate passing out AK-10x rifles in order to demand the return of Luncheon Vouchers (Although they actually never went away. I was presented with the things when on a learny-learny course the other year. I fully expected Dick Emery to lurch out the staff entrance of the M&S podule in Liverpool Street and set about me with a handbag), but I think that whole keyboard/sandwich thing is pretty fucked up. I recall it being seen as freakish behaviour from those bloody city types with their mobile telephones, rather than the norm.
For me, meals in front of the telly are just, ugh. Perhaps because I didn't have to deal with the 'please may I get down from the table?' malarkey - I recall blank incomprehension when relatives tried that. But then I tend to do blank incomprehension rather a lot when confronted with other people's expectations of arbitrary power structures. Perhaps because I don't think telly's that interesting by comparison. Perhaps because I am a grown-up and I have the choice between table and telly. Who can say?
There's a lot more wrapped up in this stuff than I envisaged. Interesting.
The lunch one isn't too much of a surprise, given that A Works with A Canteen is the sort of quaint affectation that one might see on an Ealing Comedy about people in flat caps waving spanners at that mythical creature the 'shop steward'. Or if not Ealing then BBC Light Entertainment from the seventies where everything was brown. I'm not about to advocate passing out AK-10x rifles in order to demand the return of Luncheon Vouchers (Although they actually never went away. I was presented with the things when on a learny-learny course the other year. I fully expected Dick Emery to lurch out the staff entrance of the M&S podule in Liverpool Street and set about me with a handbag), but I think that whole keyboard/sandwich thing is pretty fucked up. I recall it being seen as freakish behaviour from those bloody city types with their mobile telephones, rather than the norm.
For me, meals in front of the telly are just, ugh. Perhaps because I didn't have to deal with the 'please may I get down from the table?' malarkey - I recall blank incomprehension when relatives tried that. But then I tend to do blank incomprehension rather a lot when confronted with other people's expectations of arbitrary power structures. Perhaps because I don't think telly's that interesting by comparison. Perhaps because I am a grown-up and I have the choice between table and telly. Who can say?
There's a lot more wrapped up in this stuff than I envisaged. Interesting.