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Updated: GMT, 16 October Picture the scene. I am on my sofa on Saturday night with my year-old goddaughter, who has been sent from her home in Glasgow to spend the weekend with her and I quote her father here 'successful, hardworking, surrogate auntie'. Her father wants to see if I can knock some sense into her beautiful head that's aside from the layers of make-up, scraped back, over-dyed hair and huge, spherical earrings.
We are watching The X Factor. She shrugs and tells me that, no offence intended: 'There is no way I want to turn out like you.
Always working, having left it too late to have children, to have a life. You have got to be joking. She is the embodiment of a trend that has infected the teenage and something females of this country like a particularly virulent strain of MRSA. While her parents went to university and are active politically, she dropped out of school to work on the beauty counter of a department store. During our weekend she dropped in a request to work with me 'in fashion', but when I told her about the years she would spend as a low-paid assistant, she said: 'Yeah, but I can meet celebrities, right?
The idea of actually beavering away at something singing in pubs, working their way up does not even occur to them. The problem is that the wannabes on The X Factor, or the blingladen girlfriends and wives of footballers, give young people false hope. They look at Leona Lewis or Victoria Beckham, and fail to see the reality of the situation. Real success can, on the whole, be attained only by years of hard work or by the fact you might possess a one-in-several million talent, or sheer luck.
The ubiquity and adulation given to the few who do make it on just luck belies the millions who fall by the wayside. Even Victoria Beckham and Kate Moss have had to work for what they have, but young people fail to realise that. They see only the end result. They all want something for nothing. When I was growing up, the women I looked up to were my teachers. These women were dowdy, prim spinsters who, due to the dearth of available single men after World War II, became married to their careers.