When dating an aussie bloke you are of course thrown into the world of the traditional aussie family. I’ve sifted through some of his family photos and they represent reams of thongs (flip flops), short shorts, mullets (dodgy hair cuts), budgie smugglers (also known as mens Speedo swimmers), and incredibly tanned people. His upbringing is a far cry from my own, coming from the cold UK, where much of the time family photos are taken inside, everyone wearing woolly jumpers.
We’ve recently had relatives stay over for a week, my aussie man’s mother and his niece. We all had a great time, the kids playing and the adults chasing them around while we try to relax (as if, a 2 year old and a 3 year old make for unbridled chaos).
One thing you’ll be sure to get when aussie relo’s stay over is ultimate honesty, and now I know where my bloke gets it. If aussie’s don’t like something they’ll tell you. There is no room for pleasantries or or sugar coating, if they are thinking something good or bad, that opinion will be made public. It doesn’t matter who it offends.
No… this isn’t a dig at my mother-in-law, its a generalisation of true blue aussies. And I mean the real ones, not the metro-sexual, new age, yuppies, who despite being Australian have lost the patriotic charm.
The aussie community love their country, “the lucky country”, a mentality perhaps a throwback from the gold rush. (For a winging pomm (UK ex-pat), I don’t see the draw of the 40 degree heat, sun burn, bush fires and floods, but hey, I’m here aren’t I!) They are also incredibly protective of their country, to the point of offence (remember that honesty I mentioned), they’re not afraid to hide their opinions on immigrants (possibly a throwback of the Chinese invasion of the 1850s). But how do they expect to keep us all out when they keep telling us how friggin beautiful it is and how bloody lucky they are!