Even if the trolls are posting in response to the strange and at times controversial views of Katie Hopkins and others alike, the time to challenge the trolls has come. Because the trolls who provoke and the trolls who respond are no better.
Hopkins claimed that a child's name was an indicator of social class... tattoos are graffiti and those with tattoos will never be high achievers... She tweeted a cake in the form of an assault rifle, commenting it was the perfect thing for Muslims to eat when breaking their fast.
Exactly why the middle bands of the class structure, which contains around half the population, contain less ethnic interaction is unclear. One explanation mooted by social theorists is that this group has less of an achieved status than the professional class, and therefore invests more strongly in its ethnic identity...
After half an hour waiting in my second cue of the day I was catatonic. The people behind were chatty at first but grew markedly frosty when little Sylvian exclaimed (finger pointing for dramatic effect) she's the one that booed bankers in the Tata tent!
Britain will be left with a "tiny elite and huge sprawling proletariat" who have no chance of "clawing their way out of a
Unfortunately in too many countries charities face a climate of suspicion and repression. Heavy handed government policy and the politicisation of charity regulation is undermining the trust of the public which is vital in the development of a thriving charity sector and civil society more broadly.
Here are the five things you need to know on Tuesday 14 January 2013... 1) MIDDLE CLASS MILIBAND Restoring the quality of
When autumn announces itself in the lowlands; trees swing at three sixty and shed every evidence of the yester springs and
This homogenous, white-and-wealthy audience isn't exclusive to the NT though- in fact it's rife! Go to any of London's big art spaces and you'll find a similar demographic... but why? What is it about modern theatre that isn't reaching out and exciting a broader demographic?
You know those mums? The ones that look down their noses at you and your snot covered offspring. The ones with a tribe of picture perfect children all wearing immaculate Breton tops and snacking on hummus and crudités. You know them? Because I'm not sure I do.