How many times have you gone to some foreign place like a different suburb in your city, or a different country, or a different state in your country, and everyone but you seemed to be on the same page? You were sure you were the outsider. Even if they seemed to banter amongst themselves their differences, they all seemed united into the same whole and you clearly felt like an outsider.
This was especially noticeable for me the first time I was in America as I presented as a hillbilly rube from Australia, perhaps not even a rube but just a very slow spoken, drawling outback hillbilly. Relaxed, rednecky. Maybe a bit homo like also (unintentionally as uber intellectual/bookish). Whatever it was it seemed different to everyone else. There were still foxy women interested in me (important) but no shared culture or language, exactly. In fact I often noticed this as a traveller in numerous countries, often where I couldn't even successfully learn the language, such as in china. In Australia I have lived in numerous scenarios where the practical qualities of everyone meant cooperation came first and cultural considerations were used as a method of sledging or exclusion but came second to cooperation. Often the English blooded people in Australia just believe themselves to be superior and the indians feel they must kiss their asses only. This is to say that Australians will put cooperation before hating and therefore can rarely tell you they hate you or why. This in turn means Australians will sometimes appear effeminate and irrational due to inability to rationalize clearly. This even becomes obvious to Australian women who are used to acting irrationally as a feminine prerogative and are upset by their seeming need to be the man in the relationship. This is common in Australia and everyone seems used to it. The gentleness you might find in a Californian, especially a northern Californian, becomes polluted by men acting like pansies and women, or alternatively, being unnecessarily mean spirited through some kind of abstract and unreasonable indignation (severely jaded by Dean or something syndrome SJBDOS sindrome).
I have deduced the core root of the problem here is the subconscious use of the non existent suffix dean, instead of teen. But the bastardization of t into d has numerous other bastardizations in the English language, all of which find their way into the Australian psyche through the coining of entirely different words through the mutilation of t into d, fated becomes faded and so on. In western Sydney Australians cannot even say brought but say bought instead. Altogether it can make for a tragic and comical mix, when taken to extremes.
On the ride home from kids' school this morning, I was listening to a finance journalist nicknamed Rosco or something like that, speaking to two English rednecky sounding chaps. At no point did any of them reckon any numbers between twelve and twenty with the correct suffix, -teen, but rather -dean. I actually could not even understand what they were saying. It was much easier to understand the Shakespeare last night from like five centuries ago, even without being familiar with the play or its argument.
I question the kind of politicking and folksiness that requires such obscure use of language so as to be undecipherable gibberish. By comparison, when Her Majesty the Queen speaks, I understand everything. When some American actor speaks, everyone in Australia understands perfectly well. I would even say only a minority of Australians can even speak this dean English and it's sundry garble talk, often without actual meaning, most of the time. I personally never learned this speech beyond a ten or eleven year old level, but did learn numerous other languages, being somewhat of a linguist. There is some rationale to it but it's basically more irrational than rational. It's no surprise after that Australians are constantly insecure about their reasoning skills and looking for a whipping person to blame (gaslight) for everything and the cycle of sugary sweetness and backstabbing, sticking your cat in the microwave behind your back goes on and on ad infinitum until someone suicides. It seems to me the richer Australians get, the more they avoid this, however I could be wrong.
With a federal election coming up I'm just saying I'm endorsing Morrison and the libs and not anyone else, for federal government, in case you weren't sure. I guess there's latitude for journalists to sway opinion on TV. Guess some of that comes down to executive producer and above that level, staff, at the tv stations.
It is a topic of interest, with so many private schools in Australia and so much money spent on private education, if it amounts to anything real, apart from an insider/outsider status and a kind of sense of privilege that comes along with wealth anyway. I certainly find the wealthy in Australia approachable, however as you may not have much in common with them, you may not have much to say to them. Certainly on the water, on the Sydney harbour and in yachts and what not they're very egalitarian from what I can see, rich and poor.
From what I have seen in a society as flexible as Australia's, rich can become poor and poor can become rich, fairly easily. Regardless of private or public, expensive or cheap, education.
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