The rise of the pocket money app
I am standing in the village Co-op with my eight-year-old daughter when she asks, inevitably, to be bought a magazine. As most parents will know, magazine is a generous term for this iteration: a collection of sorry pages whose sole purpose is a vehicle for plastic toys. I say no, but then she blindsides me. ‘Fine, I’ll pay for it with my pocket money,’ she declares, whipping out her pre-paid card like a good capitalist. As I slip the packet of fags I have bought for myself into my pocket, I realise that I am morally snookered. For is she not free to spend her pocket money as she likes?
