Showing posts with label made in chelsea. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 22 May 2012

'Classist' in Chelsea


So something has come to my attention. Prepare yourself, because for a minute, stuff's about to get real high-brow. Don't worry- I'm telling you it with the confidence that you can handle it. 

It starts off with me bludgeoning out any sense of reality I have left, by watching E4's Made in Chelsea; see, I told you. One of the dead-eyed girls had an altercation with another, and it was pretty funny. Like many others, I often find half the hilarity from this kind of mind-numbing occurrence comes from the response on twitter during and after, so as I blithely cast my eye over the variously directed death-threats my attention was drawn to some twitter whining; twineing if you will. The twiners in question were musician professor green and his reality tv sort Millie Mackintosh. They've had it to the back teeth of the twittersphere taking the micheal out of the 'class divide' in their relationship. 


'I find it really interesting how it’s spoken about because people are so quick to point out the difference in class but I’ve always believed that your class is dependent on how you treat people, not your financial situation,'  Says Pro Green. Monsieur Green hails from Hackney and his Mrs from Chelsea; as her claim to fame so clearly states, and they're like totes worlds apart.

His observation is, I believe correct, but not exactly ground-breaking. I can tell you with the utmost confidence, that this is not the first posh girl that's fallen for a boy with a neck tattoo, who grew up in a council house that cost as much as her first pony. And it won't be the last. 

Nevertheless its the stuff of tabloid fodder- the heiress and her bad-boy; they lap that stuff up. In the grand scheme of things, it's nothing surprising, and in the real world it's certainly nothing new. You can't fight biology; human attraction is chemical, and their relationship is no different. In their case, their 'heritages' are bus-rides away (or a black cab ride; whichever mode of transport you favour) My parents, along with millions of other Londoners from mixed heritages, are from different continents, and I don't hear them whining. Oh right, professor Green has something to say on that too:

'If the difference were race people wouldn’t be so quick to point it out – it’s still prejudice isn’t it? I find it weird that’s it such a big thing.'

Yeah, people were quite quick to point it out until relatively recently, but your memory's short, so we'll let that one slide. But hold on Stephen; as Ms Macintosh sultrily refers to you, I think these (lets be honest; relatively light in terms of 'prejudice') jibes might not stem from your grime artist exterior and tough guy tatts, but  in fact from the whole reason your lady friend is notable in the first place. Millie Macintosh, along with every other person on 'Made in Chelsea'  has aligned herself with a piece of programming that directly focusses on 'class', in an era where the very notion was beginning to seem irrelevant.
The whole premise is that these people are 'made' in the royal borough, have inheritances, good pedigree, perfect lighting and unspoken (barely) superiority. The watcher buys into the fact that these people are wealthier than the average, better spoken than the average, and at a tangible advantage to the average Hackney pleb. 

It's all relatively light-hearted; it's e4, not an ideology akin to the third reich. "Some scenes have been created for your entertainment" :It's not all real, its just a bit of a laugh; to club the banality out of a Monday evening. But the twitter responses to a relatively innocuous disagreement that I touched upon earlier, do show that people are aware that the viewer is very much placed at the bottom looking up. People's reaction to the social minutiae of these people is different to other reality TV. Their opinions are shaped by the fact that they present their lives as being better than theirs. The knee jerk twitter yobbo rationalises that these people have so much money that they don't deserve to have problems. Everything that goes wrong for them is self-inflicted. Down to their snobbery or snootiness. Perhaps this is prejudice, but every detail of the production encourages this way of thinking. 'Made in Chelsea' gets viewers, but not necessarily sympathisers. 

The British love an underdog, and Made in Chelsea is the antithesis of this, these people pointedly portray themselves to ooze a certain brand of success and prosperity. Simply by agreeing to be on a programme like this Millie's nay-sayers, I believe see her as clambering up onto a high horse. Now she's asking to be let back down to live as the plebs live, and it won't be an easy journey. 

She's caught the eye of a regular Joe, a boy from Hackney prospering from a less than favourable background, articulate and warm; ironically exactly the kind of underdog Britain loves. No wonder Millie wanted a break from the Chelsea set, but living your life on TV leaves you open to conjecture, and by doing something so far from everything you've been urging us to believe about you; you are going to come up against criticism.

I can understand that Professor Green is surprised by the reaction his new relationship is receiving from a section of the press and public. He just met a pretty girl and went through the motions, but comparing the reaction to something like mixed racial relationships, with its thickly weaved cultural and social significance I believe is misguided. I'll take my chances and say he's experiencing predjudice-lite; specifically commissioned by e4.

I've seen Millie use the word 'classist' whilst briefly commenting on the subject, in between posting pictures of her bronzed bod. I think when it comes down to it, this over-simplistic nomenclature is just her wielding a clumsy fist at a disillusioned public whom she originally hoodwinked into believing she was something she wasn't. 

When it comes to her It doesn't make her a bad person, but it shows the fragility of fame for fame's sake when it comes to the public's opinion. And when it comes to him, he's a white guy from Hackney, making urban music that's making the transition into the mainstream. He probably can't believe that this is a situation in which he's coming across prejudice. 

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Archive: The reality Star's Guide to Beauty


With 'Made in Chelsea' returning for it's third series on Monday, I present the reality star's guide to beauty. Taken from an article written for ‘The Muse.tv’ on 13th May 2011



I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling my weird love/hate relationship with my television taking on more of the ‘hate’ at the moment. ‘The only way is Essex’ has been followed by ‘Made in Chelsea’, which is soon to be followed by what I can only describe as an embarrassment to our fair isle; ‘Geordie shore’. Oh dear. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am guilty in indulging once in a while in the kind of American vacuous ‘scripted reality’ that have spawned these region based British counterparts; first there was ‘Laguna Beach- the real orange county’ (inspired by the hugely successful fictional drama ‘the OC’), then there was ‘The Hills’ (following the young life of Lauren 
Conrad; a woman that started as a girl on Laguna Beach), then there was ‘The City’ (another spin-off featuring Whitney Port; the one that was slightly more edgy) Then there were a million others, and my IQ was halved. 

Laguna beach started in 2004, and I became aware of it via MTV, probably around 2005, so that gives me a solid dose of 6 years of rubbish swilling around my head, and although I wasn’t ever the biggest fan, I found it a funny kind of escapism, middle ground between a sitcom and a documentary but now that’s all changed. Why is it that this type of TV only now is starting to really bother me? I think the answer is pretty clear. All these programmes have been up until now very far removed. 


I I don’t live in LA or on a Californian beach, nor do I conduct my life around long lunches with girlfriends to gossip/snipe/catfight about the night before and then storm off to my waiting white BMW/Range rover. Its not real life, its just something to laugh at and turn your brain off to and I’m very happy with that. But Essex isn’t LA, neither is 
Chelsea, or for that matter Newcastle. Their all within a short travelling distance, they’re not far-removed and they’re all part of the social make-up of Britain. But these people don’t seem to be removing themselves from hollywood, living in a dream world of boob jobs, scandal and fakery that I don’t associate with the Britain I love, but I think others don’t see it that way.

With this weeks episode of The Muse.TV surrounding beauty, I thought I’d take a minute to examine the ‘Scripted reality’ star’s ‘guide to beauty’ (if you will). When I was filming the latest episode, within the beauty industry, I found professionals who were dedicated to artistry, care of the skin, and not drastically changing what you have, but 
highlighting it. The make-up artists were really pushing the idea of a base for your skin, a primer to allow less actual layers of make-up, and care for the skin underneath. But when was the last time you heard of this kind of regime on TV? no. No no no no no. If I was a make-up artist I’d be throwing my eyelash curlers at the screen in frustration.
To achieve the beauty standards of the scripted reality star, one must start not with a rejuvenating primer, or a good moisturiser but it seems invasive surgical procedures. In ‘The Hills’ these procedures were actually totally ignored by producers, and the viewer was just supposed to assume the way its stars filled their bikinis was genuine. But British reality stars have never been known for their subtlety; ‘The Only Way Is Essex’ could probably be defined by the identicat faces of its female characters, and makes no qualms about openly glamorising surgery and other forms of extreme beauty treatments. There is talk of botox parties, boob jobs, and even mention of the tanning injections
‘melanotan’, which has links to cancer, and causes chronic nausea; but as the buxom and bronzed Amy Childs says “you look good all the time!” 

Amy Childs is I would say the UK ambassador of this guide. She jokes about needing boob holes in the massage table of her beauty salon to cater for all the boob jobs in Essex, and when looking for an assistant wants a clone of herself- into fake tan, boob jobs and cheek fillers. She’s recently been photographed outside of the parameters of the programme dressed in a replica outfit to one worn by Katie Price, so this gives an idea of the genre of ‘beauty’ she puts herself in. I’m not for a minute suggesting that Amy Childs and the rest of the cast of ‘The only way is Essex’ are solely to blame for what I see as portraying harmful and invasive procedures as commonplace, but with 1.55 million viewers of the itv2 programme surely its something to question? 

In the end I wouldn’t class my scripted reality star’s guide to beauty as ‘beauty’. The people in the industry I’ve met aren’t promoting a necessity to cut, jab, and inflate to look your best, it should be something fun and experimental, and as much as these programmes promote surgery and other extreme procedures as this, this is obviously not the case. Each to one’s own, and surgery does work for some people, but it is not the same as putting on eyeliner, or using a highlighter product to enhance your assets, no matter how accessible and acceptable it becomes. 

To conclude, I’d like to turn to a woman who has long fascinated me, and is perhaps who I regard as the first glaringly obvious tragedy of scripted reality programmes. If Amy Childs is the princess, she is the queen, and if we can learn anything the portrayal of beauty in these programmes, its from reality veteran Heidi Montag. After starring in MTV’s ‘The Hills’ from 2006-2010, Montag became completely unrecognisable from the fresh faced girl whose naivety and girl next door looks had defined the programme. At the peak of her surgery she underwent ten procedures in one day including brow-lifts, ear-pinnings, a chin reduction, as well as a second rhinoplasty and second breast augmentation. Her surgery wasn’t mentioned on the show until well into its development, but her face and body were changed dramatically for the viewing public, explicitly talked about or not. Montag is just a year older than me (now 24, but 22 when the main bulk of her surgery was carried out) and has been described as being thrown head first into a Barbie factory. 



In 2010 Heidi spoke of her regret of the procedures she underwent. “Parts of my body definitely look worse than they did pre-surgery. This is not what I signed up for.” She adds, “I definitely think I should have been way more informed. I think that doctors should really walk you through all aspects of it, not just the glamorous side of it. Doctors, it’s like they’re selling you cookies or something.I would love to not be ‘plastic girl’ or whatever they call me. Surgery ruined my career and my personal life and just brought a lot of negativity into my world. I wish I could jump into a time machine and take it all back. Instead, I’m always going to feel like Edward Scissorhands”

Maybe its time to turn off.