Which modern British status anxiety quietly rules your life the most?

Watching your mates on Rightmove while your landlord raises the rent again. Nothing says British failure quite like still renting a damp flat above a Greggs.

Softening your vowels for the client meeting, then dropping them again on the phone to your mum. The class ceiling is very much still glazed.

Pretending you've finished that Booker shortlist while doomscrolling BookTok. The middle-class shame of a half-read Normal People on the bedside table.

Sensing the raised eyebrow when you admit it was a Jet2 package deal, not a rustic agriturismo. Instagram has ruined the two-week package to Malaga.

Everyone's flogging candles, coaching mindset or day-trading crypto. Simply doing your job and going home feels almost radical in 2024.