I grew up in an ex-council house, on a council estate, with parents who were relatively low-income and benefitted from tax breaks - and that existence for me was a very proud one, as well as a struggle. Yet there’s such a strong narrative about poor people and people on benefits that I still have to check myself over my perceptions of people who’ve come upon tough times.
If this is my own story, and my own experience, and yet I’m still prejudiced against people who have been through stuff similar to my family, what does that say about the media narrative around working-class people?
And what does that say about our own ability to forgoe our logic and experience to be overcome by the way that images are given to us, and the way the media shapes our perception? That’s an experience I’ve had with internalised homophobia. We doubt and shame ourselves. We feel disgusting, unsure and wrong, because we’re told we are. I have that experience with sexuality, class, and with being a woman. It’s all based on what we’re told about ourselves.