My mother is an incredible snob and the most arrogant person I know. Despite not being particularly well off she thinks of herself as the ‘lady of the manor,’ and better than anyone we know. She has also been hugely critical of every friend of mine she’s met.
I remember a boyfriend I had when I was nineteen who was clever and funny but not particularly good looking. My mother totally rubbished him telling me he had horrible thin lips which meant he was both ugly and nasty. She falls out with her friends too for the most superficial reasons: like shopping at the ‘wrong’ supermarket, buying the occasional outfit from a charity shop and liking baked beans on toast.
As for me, I am constantly bombarded with nonsense about what the right way to behave and that the reason I am still single in my thirties is because I don’t wear nail varnish on my fingernails. ‘Men don’t like women who are unkempt’ she told me.
I have no idea what makes her like this. Sometimes when I see her strut about like a male peacock, I have to stop myself from laughing. It’s all so terribly phony. Do you think it’s a front because she is so insecure inside?
