What would I do without G2 to bring me some fresh source of irritation every morning? Probably not spend a few minutes seething with annoyance, that’s what. There’s not a celeb in sight today though, unusually. Oh no, it’s the Guardian’s very own “star” writer Zoe Williams quacking on (again) about babies. She’s a childcare expert since baby Thurston (for eff’s sake) escaped from her organs apparently.The hook is that some
Jeezus! What is the point? The Mirror did a similar story a couple of days ago. However, they used a working class hairdresser as their case study. Meanwhile Zoe reflects that it’s difficult to go to a meeting full of 27 newspaper execs with a crying baby. Who’d have thought it?!
Well done G2! Another real-world expose of no use to anyone except middle class women who’ve left their kids at home with a Polish nanny (cost: £25 per month) – there’s no need to feel guilty now!
It’s the newspaper equivalent of those terrible BBC3 Dawn Porter shows, where the plummy pouter pretends to be a lesbian / stripper / alcoholic for an hour. Gah!!
Put yourself through it here
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