maggie wrote:
I heard a couple of 20 year olds discussing this at work, they are going to see it 'To see what it was all about'
I rounded on them and told them exactly how it was, as I remembered it, and said that if they wanted to indirectly line the pockets of a callous old witch who was desperate to take us to war to bolster her megalomaniac economic policies and see a sanitised version of how it actually was to live through those times to go ahead but not to tell me how it was afterwards.
I think they're going to see the Inbetweeners instead
This made me laugh, Maggie! I do this at work, some young thing asks me some question about something, and I give them what I think is a perfectly reasonable answer, and then, after about 30 seconds, I realise that they think I am ranting like a rabid dog, because they don't get the venom, they didn't grow up in a society where you either loved Thatcher or you venomously hated her. And then I try to explain about the mark it's left on Britain and how her systematic destruction of (there is no) society has led to a country where the idea of collectivism is just seeping out of consciousness. And they look at me like I'm mad.
And I want to tell them the story of how, when the Brighton Bomb went off, my mum woke me up saying: Get up Helen, they nearly got the bitch! And this is coming from a woman who didn't support the IRA, or violence, who would be appalled at one human hurting another. But she hated, hated, hated Thatcher and it sort of took over her body. And I want to tell them that, when she does die, I won't be in work, I'll be drunk after the all night party taking place at my house, where me and my friends will laugh, and dance and conga in the street.
But I don't. Because they don't get it. More power to you, Maggie the righteous as opposed to Maggie the Evil. x