Now these same people, especially with their very clear understanding of the class system and how many Pounds Sterling any man needs to live a civilized life figured that these starving miners, if they only organized and got a 30 pound raise per year, could live very healthy, non-starving lives. That's because in those days, everybody all over the planet could live like a proper British gentleman for 200 pounds a year. Just read David Copperfield if you have a spare month- the whole thing is a rags to riches story.
Then again the difference between rags and riches back in those days was not so much. All the starving miners needed to do was organize once, strike once, get their one time raise and let all the new industrialized technology like telephones and light bulbs and automobiles and industrialized farming and assembly lines and big hydroelectic dams... well, you get the picture. The future was at hand. If your were starving, all you had to do was join the revolution, all you had to lose was your hunger. The means of production would be shifted from the millionaires (who were an easily identifyable precious few) to the masses. This was called scientific socialism. It was all about progress. It was a very compelling argument.
Well if you were a coal miner's daughter, and you saw a jet plane, you got all kinds of crazy ideas that maybe you could make a million dollars and leave that old smelly town where your grandparents nearly starved to death. All you needed was a few more skills and a few more years of school. What you didn't need was to know how to wash dishes. There's dishwashers for that. You didn't need to know how to can beans for the winter. Beans come in a can at the supermarket. You didn't need to know how to sew or knit. Clothes in your size could be bought off the rack. Well, hell you were a modern woman, or a modern man. You didn't need any of those small town rural skills. Thats for bohunks and retards and low-skill immigrants fresh off the boat. Not you, brother. So you packed your bags and left for the big city.
What works for a university president doesn't work for you Mr. Bean Farmer. However, you're a greedy human just like the coal miner's daughter and you want more than just to not starve. You want to fly a jet to Hawaii. You want to play electric guitar. You want a telephone that bounces signals off of satellites not only for you but for everyone in your family. You want everything the university president has, and you call that modern middle class life. You want a car that doesn't pollute. You want teeth whitener. You want shoes that make you look like Michael Jordan. You want fancy clothes made out of anything but fur, and you want to shop for them not just for the season, but whenever you feel like it. You want all that technology that makes your life easy because you're going to study Java programming in the big city and go to California and build a website that's going to get a zillion hits. And people call you a geek and you're alienated from society because you don't know how to cook, or sew, or knit or bake beans and can them for the winter. In fact, you don't know beans at all. But you don't have time for beans because you're competing in modern society and modern society doesn't have time or respect for bean farmers and coal miners. After all, doesn't coal pollute? Yeah. It's not green. And you're too sophisticated for all that manual labor and all that shit shoveling. You barely have enough time to finish all your education and get a proper professional job in this modern society. Heaven forbid you have to take care of a child before you turn 30.