The Big Mood: danc­ing on the grave of There­sa May’s polit­i­cal career

One week, one mood: Moya Lothian-Mclean’s deep-dive into the feel of the week.

Mag­na­nim­i­ty in defeat; a noble con­cept. How­ev­er, extreme­ly 2016. Get in los­er, it’s three years post-Brex­it, post kinder pol­i­tics and now we cel­e­brate the fall of our ene­mies in any way pos­si­ble. Like impro­vis­ing a ball­room-influ­enced (the queer type dar­ling, if you thought of Strict­ly I’m sor­ry, but this col­umn is prob­a­bly not for you) dance to the sound of There­sa May final­ly hang­ing up her kit­ten heels.

27-year-old Kelsey Elli­son has form in going viral – she was the vogue­ing Hermione (and if you’re unaware of what that means, con­grats on hav­ing a life). But this lit­tle per­for­mance goes beyond; Elli­son has brought a metaphor to life. She is lit­er­al­ly danc­ing on the Prime Minister’s polit­i­cal grave. Noth­ing quite says: Your so-called lega­cy’? The one you’ve been des­per­ate to pre­serve? Shat all over it. It’s cov­ered in shit,” like a death drop to the sound of someone’s tears.

Elli­son was far from alone in cel­e­brat­ing the end to Maybot’s tor­tur­ous­ly slow decline. By the time the PM stepped up to that podi­um it felt like we’d wit­nessed the death-from-dis­ease of a child­hood pet who, sens­ing its fate, had refused to come near enough to the house to receive a kind­ly bash on the head. 

Her tears, received sym­pa­thet­i­cal­ly by some, act­ed as a reminder to oth­ers of all the times she hadn’t wept: for Gren­fell vic­tims, for the legions of fam­i­lies cleaved in two by her Hos­tile Envi­ron­ment, for those left home­less and des­ti­tute by the relent­less roll­backs on the wel­fare state.

There were Simp­sons memes… 

Gem­ma Collins redubs…

…and mock­ery of those who urged peo­ple to take a high road that’s actu­al­ly impass­able thanks to bud­get cuts…

But head and shoul­ders above the rest twirled Elli­son, her trib­ute’ embody­ing the mood of the nation: brief, euphor­ic ebul­lience as final­ly, the most inef­fec­tu­al leader of the last three decades pow­ered down for good. Of course, this was swift­ly fol­lowed by an abrupt and emo­tion­al crash as every­one realised the next PM – and fifth unelect­ed pre­mier of the aver­age millennial’s life­time – is like­ly to be a Machi­avel­lian car­toon bear. And so the beat goes on. Big mood.


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