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Anyway, Laurie Penny was not someone who impinged much on my radar and since this thread I've read a lot more of her to get a feel of what she's like/stands for etc. She comes across as hugely judgemental seasoned with lashings of middle-class guilt. Which makes her lash out at people she sees as middle-class. And she seems very young and naive. Perhaps she'll mellow when she's come out of her very self-aware bubble and seen a bit more of life. You're allowed to make a tit of yourself until you're 30ish. Practically everyone does.
 
Anyway, Laurie Penny was not someone who impinged much on my radar and since this thread I've read a lot more of her to get a feel of what she's like/stands for etc. She comes across as hugely judgemental seasoned with lashings of middle-class guilt. Which makes her lash out at people she sees as middle-class. And she seems very young and naive. Perhaps she'll mellow when she's come out of her very self-aware bubble and seen a bit more of life. You're allowed to make a tit of yourself until you're 30ish. Practically everyone does.

That's why I can't help having a bit of sympathy for her, she's growing up in public.
 
Few of Laurie's generation will ever grow up properly. How can you grow up when you don't even come out of (an increasingly vacuous) education system until you're twenty-odd? By then it's already too late. When you get paid to go to a big holding pen masquerading as a college (and even the younger lecturers can't write a coherent sentence) because there are no jobs?

Take a look around you. This is the society where middle-aged women dye their hair bright pink. Retired men go round wearing shorts and trainers. And they're the ones who lived through a time when everything was relatively real. What are things going to look like in thirty years (if we're still here)? It doesn't bear thinking about.

Back so soon? ;)
 
Few of Laurie's generation will ever grow up properly. How can you grow up when you don't even come out of (an increasingly vacuous) education system until you're twenty-odd? By then it's already too late. When you get paid to go to a big holding pen masquerading as a college (and even the younger lecturers can't write a coherent sentence) because there are no jobs?

Take a look around you. This is the society where middle-aged women dye their hair bright pink. Retired men go round wearing shorts and trainers. And they're the ones who lived through a time when everything was relatively real. What are things going to look like in thirty years (if we're still here)? It doesn't bear thinking about.

That's the spirit! We've all missed you so.

Here's a good one: there's a couple in my building which consists of a wife who dies her hair "French prostitute red" and a husband who has his entire left arm covered in bright tatooes.

I met them bringing their kids home from school one day, and I thought "this is truly pathetic. . . the illustrated man there has a wife and two kids and I on the other hand have NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING."
 
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you're joking right? She's pure fucking evil. Rancid. Top table in terms of CLASS POWER. And i'm glad this thread is here to remind us of the fact day after day after day.
She's not evil. Hitler was evil, Laurie's just growing up in an age where all her mistakes are documented. She might be a bit silly and naive but she's not evil.
 
Few of Laurie's generation will ever grow up properly. How can you grow up when you don't even come out of (an increasingly vacuous) education system until you're twenty-odd? By then it's already too late. When you get paid to go to a big holding pen masquerading as a college (and even the younger lecturers can't write a coherent sentence) because there are no jobs?

Take a look around you. This is the society where middle-aged women dye their hair bright pink. Retired men go round wearing shorts and trainers. And they're the ones who lived through a time when everything was relatively real. What are things going to look like in thirty years (if we're still here)? It doesn't bear thinking about.

Ah now c'mon LLETS, your first paragraph makes sense, but what objection can you possibly have towards middle aged women dying their hair whatever colour they want? Or old blokes wearing Rayners? I agree about the shorts though, don't inflict your nobbly and etoliated pins on me please.
 
Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
Its LLETSA

And Ive got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

Cause it's LLETSA, wicked LLETSA
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to
 
LLETSA, the babe they called LLETSA,
he grew, he grew, and grew,
grew up to be, grew up to be,
a boy called LLETSA. A boy called LLETSA,
he had arms, and legs, and hands, and feet,
the boy, whose name was LLETSA.

And he grew, he grew, grew, and grew,
grew up to be, yes, he grew up to be,
yes, his name was LLETSA, a teenager called LLETSA.

And his face became spotty, yes, his face became spotty,
and his voice dropped down low,
and things started to grow, on young LLETSA and so,
he was certainly no, no girl named LLETSA,
not a girl named LLETSA.

And he started to shave, and have one of the wrist,
and want to see girls, and go out and get pissed,
a man called LLETSA, this man called LLETSA,
the man they called LLETSA, this man called

LLLLEEEEEEEETTTTTSSSSSAAAAAA
 
LLETSA, the babe they called LLETSA,
he grew, he grew, and grew,
grew up to be, grew up to be,
a boy called LLETSA. A boy called LLETSA,
he had arms, and legs, and hands, and feet,
the boy, whose name was LLETSA.

And he grew, he grew, grew, and grew,
grew up to be, yes, he grew up to be,
yes, his name was LLETSA, a teenager called LLETSA.

And his face became spotty, yes, his face became spotty,
and his voice dropped down low,
and things started to grow, on young LLETSA and so,
he was certainly no, no girl named LLETSA,
not a girl named LLETSA.

And he started to shave, and have one of the wrist,
and want to see girls, and go out and get pissed,
a man called LLETSA, this man called LLETSA,
the man they called LLETSA, this man called

LLLLEEEEEEEETTTTTSSSSSAAAAAA
*applauds* :D
 
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