It wasn’t actually supposed to be funny.
I was looking for a song on YouTube (‘Beggin’ - loving that tune at the moment) when I saw that iTV’s Phil and Holly had got a tad cross on the couch. Holly is like a butterfly - how could she get cross, and the Silverfox? Never.
Here was a lovely example of Britain’s classless society explaining how she judges children on the names that their parents gave them. Katie Hopkins was announcing straight-faced to the UK that she wouldn’t let her children become friends with anyone called Charmaine, Chardonnay, Brooklyn or Tyler because they are probably uneducated slackers.
She then, again straight-faced, went on to list all the types of names she hates including footballer names and place names..... apparently India is not a place which is why she was able to call her daughter that. Who knew?
I grew up in the country, a small town. Gorgeous, lots of fresh air and freedom but there is this thing about small towns.
Everyone knows everyone, where you came from, what your parents do, and sometimes even what your parents were like at school. Lots of history. Are you telling me there is no judging here?
I can tell you for nothing there is - there is a whole lot of judgey judging going on.
This woman is just doing the same, just on a more shallow and public level.
So tell me, do you judge who your kids play with, even a little bit? A teensy bit? Are you sure? Really, really sure?