Thatcher was certainly not a feminist either in principle or in practise. She is alleged to have said that feminism was "poison". Far from seeing herself as a role model to female politicians, she actually promoted fewer female MPs than her male predecessors. She was the archetypal successful woman who revelled in being 'one of the boys'. But in a curious way the cult around her, particularly in the later years of her career, was one that could only have been excited by a woman.
I refuse to accept for a second that her death should be mourned or that her impact on British society and the world was anything other than a baneful one. The countless lives ruined, shortened, and blighted by this woman in the war she unleashed on the working class in this country is unquantifiable.
Ukip opposes any kind of aspiration-killing policy, such as Labour's oft repeated dream of punitive taxation, because it does not drive people to want to better themselves, thus killing social mobility and innovation. Ukip wants people from all backgrounds to have the chance to be more socially mobile.
It does not come as a surprise that the media has yet again picked up on Oxbridge prioritising wealthy, private school students, although it is refreshing that someone is taking action against the hierarchy.
If politicians are serious about reengaging working class people in politics, they can't do that from Westminster and they can't do that by looking down their noses at events where working class people can show pride in their heritage. Some might think that Miliband speaking is a lurch to the left. They would be wrong.
Look Back In Anger is a timely reminder that although we may feel overwhelmed by a surge of constant information and that a natural apathy seems to dominate the Noughties generation, now is a righteous time to feel angry and that Jimmy Porters' attacks still feel as fresh and relevant today as they did in 1956.
My first inkling that I still had way more to learn about the UK came several years ago, when I first grasped the profoundly important place of alcohol in British culture. I had another such realization this past weekend, as my family and I - by virtue of attending a chess tournament for my son - ventured out to sample a working-class holiday camp in England.