I love to escape into the scripted reality world of ‘Made in Chelsea’, watching young, nubile, supermodel types supping champagne whilst I shove fistfuls of space invaders into my gob and neck merlot out of a tumbler. It’s pure escapism, so far removed from my life as a stay at home mum. And I was thrilled to see that Binky is with child. Congratulations to her.
However, something about it being on that show made me uneasy. The same uneasiness I get when I see adverts for Sam Faiers Mummy Diaries.
The uneasy feeling is one of wanting to shout at anyone watching the programs who hasn’t experienced pregnancy and motherhood first hand:
THIS IS NOT REAL!
Maybe people aren’t as stupid as I take them for but I know a lot of young people aspire to be like these reality folks and it worries me that they are seeing a glossy perfect version of pregnancy and family life with a strong filter that will put ideas into their heads like “ooh, that looks lovely. I should do that. I can be just like Binky.”
Except you won’t. Not at all.
I fear the version of pregnancy and motherhood we are going to be projected on Made in Chelsea will be about as realistic as a Chicco advert.
What we won’t see on Made in Chelsea, I can almost guarantee is:
- Binky gaining four stone in pregnancy weight that she won’t be able to shift for four years after the birth of her child regardless of how many Zumba classes she does at the local leisure centre
- Binky crying her eyes out on the toilet trying to have a movement whilst singing wind the bobbin up for the sixth time in a row to stop the child from crying
- Binky struggling to cope on tax credits and frantically selling everything she owns on eBay just to be able to afford the wine she needs to get by
- Binky calling JP a complete c#ntwaffle in the middle of the night for not hearing the baby and for ruining her life
- Binky typing “should I LTB because he forgot my nipple pads?” onto mumsnet at 2am in the morning
- Binky feeling overwhelmed and unwelcome at baby groups, struggling to make friends and only socialising with her cats for six months after the baby has been born
- Binky arguing with a health visitor for implying the baby is behind in his development because he can’t pick up a raison with his pincer grip
- Binky’s crusty bleeding nipples
- Binky only being able to holiday at a child friendly caravan holiday (Hell hole) site
- Binky losing most of her friends and feeling utterly isolated
- Binky shoving a dreadful sausage bap into her mouth at the soft play satanic cesspit (do they even do soft play in Chelsea?)
- Binky buying peppa pig yogurts and only being able to get her child to eat potato smiles and fish fingers
What I think we will see is a beautiful, scrumptious, glossy, perfect version of motherhood and pregnancy – which I for one will be watching and enjoying as much as I usually do.
But I will take it with a pinch of salt, a bag of wotsits and a glass of red.