Jenny Powell: Ambassador for Good Old Fashioned Values

Just been watching a spot of Loose Women whilst eating my burp-tastic cheese, onion and cucumber sandwich. For those who actually have to go to work during the day, Loose Women is a strange kind of all-women panel show, during which various semi-famous women discuss the issues of the day, proferring their opinions in a manner intended to give the impression of ladies having a chitter chatter round the kitchen table over coffee. Today's show featured, amongst others, Jenny Powell as a guest opinionator. Well, what an odious hag she turned out to be. I knew she was thick thanks to Brass Eye, but thanks to Loose Women I now also know she's thick *and* bigoted. Among the various gems that the professional Grinning Gameshow Glamour Gal (stroke Wrestler) had to offer was the follwing information:

• Her daughter plays with dinosaurs so she's far too manly and Jenny's worried about her ("why doesn't she want to play with dolls?")
• Only men should be plumbers or mechanics and only women or gay men can be hairdressers.
• Female sports presenters should shut up and start presenting home crafts shows. At one point she said "When I see them, I'm like 'yeah, alright love, stop pretending you know about football'".
• Jenny Powell worked hard to get to where she is, so Rebecca Loos shouldn't keep showing people her tits (Jenny herself prefers to pose in disgusting bras)
• Television presenters are "talented".

It was the last one that proved the final straw for me. I don't mind people making money out of saying things on television, but for god's sake don't try to tell me that your celebrity is any more valid or worthwhile than a woman who once wanked off a pig (insert the John Leslie punchline here). I'm not about to turn on the sisterhood by implying that when Jenny says she "worked hard" she really means "got a lot of bruises on my knees", but there's no way on this earth that Jenny has made a living out of any particular talent - other than a knack for gurning on cue and keeping her nails the same length. She's not witty, she's not intelligent, she's not even enthused with an irresistably contageous joie de vivre or a fiery passion. She's a fat, balding, narrow minded, over-opinionate, poorly educated, lager swilling fascist cunningly disguised in the body of a female celebrity wrestler. Or maybe I'm just losing perspective because I haven't left the flat for 2 days.