Rest assured, I too find myself tedious when it comes to class... But hereās the thing: when youāre working classāespecially in the creative industriesāyouāre faced with the performance of inclusion every single day. And it constantly challenges your ability to remain calm as you watch yet another forever-play of a middle-class person feigning understanding.
Case in point: when a company tries to ālevel the playing fieldā by offering opportunities to working-class peopleābut fails to grasp that travel costs money. Most working-class creatives donāt live in London. Most couldnāt afford to. And even if they could, these organisations rarely understand that most people in the UK donāt have savings.
More than one in four adults have less than Ā£100 in savings, and the number of people living paycheck to paycheck is rising. But sureāIāll just pull hundreds of quid out of my arse to access an āopportunityā designed for working-class people... What?!
They assume thereās a financial cushionāthat people can just absorb the extra costsābecause middle-class access to opportunity isnāt shaped by whether or not they can spare a train fare.
One unplanned emergencyāyour car breaking down, a wisdom tooth flaring up, your dog eating a goddamn snailācan derail your life for months. You push back bills. Rack up late fees. If youāre really on the edge, itās the payday loan or nothing.
Meanwhile, society tells you itās your faultāthat you just arenāt trying hard enoughāwhile the government upholds policies that literally manufacture poverty. And in a country that dismisses every study on how traumatising poverty is, youāre left feeling like youāre screaming into a void while social mobility collapses around you.
So when companies feign an understanding of class disadvantageāand then fail to grasp how fragile working-class life actually isāall theyāre doing is cosplaying a morality theyāve never truly had to live with.













