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I stumbled across a thought today in the super market. I was looking around watching the men shopping for weekend before Australia Day barbecue probably, because there was an unusual amount of men around. I like watching Aussie men because they feel so comfy. And then it hit me: “They are not confused about what they are or what they should be.” The Australian culture is pretty clear about its ideal man, agreed upon by all, mothers, sisters, brothers, mates, teachers, customers, children… Everyone agrees on what a decent, good Aussie bloke is like. It’s not like that in many countries. We have sub cultures, different ideas and ideals, metrosexuals, gangs, players and stayers, in Australia, all of those fall under one; A good Aussie bloke. (Or maybe it’s fair dinkum Aussie bloke?)

A good Aussie man has a great sense of humour. That is the requirement number one. Maybe that’s why I haven’t yet seen one believable emo in this place. They have to know how to joke and how to take a prank. They are a cheery bunch, and when I met my nephews(-in-law) for the first time, the most prominent feature of either one was a beaming smile. (Both of them are so damned skinny they nearly disappear behind all that smiling they do.) Even when the Aussie men are serious, you can’t completely wipe out the humour, which is similar to the men of my home county back in Finland, maybe that’s why I feel so at home here, someone described them as: “being with a straight face but not serious”.

The Aussie bloke loves his shed where he pretends to be working on things – sometimes he even manages that. Mainly the shed is for male bonding purposes, but working is definitely allowed. The shed is an important part of even the life of Aussie gay men, who instead of chopping wood or working on a boat create art in their shed. Completely allowed.

Ideally, the Aussie Bloke is a sports man. What ever sport he chooses is good, but the heights of masculinity cannot be surpassed if you are an Aussie Footy player. (That’s Australian Rules Football.) Whether you like footy or not – some idiots here hate it, they’re all women though, and if not, they at least should wear a skit – everyone is in agreement that a footy player is definitely a good bloke (or in trouble with the police for violent behaviour or sexual offences, which is definitely not looked favourably upon and is not fit for a good Aussie bloke).

It is also worth a mention, that it is very much allowed for that Aussie bloke to be a good father and a family man. In many cultures, when a man marries, he loses some of his masculinity, and automatically becomes “pussy whipped” as they say here. That is the general assumption, and men with family and kids are kind of snickered at for getting themselves “trapped”. The same is not true in Australia. A man with a wife and kids is still every bit the man as he used to be before he fell in love. (Just to compare, some American male celebrities are instructed to hide the fact they have families in order to still be cool.)

But really, these rules are not that rigid. As long as you’ve got a sense of humour and you can make people (girls) laugh, and you’re fair (dinkum?), you’re alright, no matter what banner you march under…

And not all that surprisingly the best clips to describe Australia are beer commercials…

Aussies, when they go out into the world, have an idea about their country and their people. We all do. We all tell stories about the way our people are, and are quick to add that, of course, I’m not like that. The thing is, not many people are. Aussies are interesting, because there are some things that are common with them, that they would never ever utter out loud, unless the conversation is very serious and there’s no beer involved. I’m here to reveal the Aussie lies.

Australians, not counting the aborigine, as you know, are descendants of convicts. A lot of them are, anyway. The other lot is descendants of jailers and explorers, who often were just as tough as the convicts were – often tougher. You see, most of the convicts sent to Australia weren’t really criminals at all. They might have been starving to death on the over crowded streets of London and stolen food to survive the night. The jails were full and Australia needed to be populated. There’s your solution. Regardless, a lot of Australians are descendants of lower class Brits. That has given Australians a bit of a reputation that they lovingly protect.

They will tell you that everyone is rough as guts over there. They drink like fish and have fist fights for a laugh. They are crude and rude and call their women sheilas. I live in Tasmania, which is supposed to be one of the roughest parts of Australia, where civilisation hasn’t yet stepped its foot, and where criminals like the Chopper and Mad Max prosper. That’s a load of crock of course! People here are friendly and polite, and when you mention “sheila” they roll their eyes like you do when you’ve heard a joke a few too many times. This is the first place on earth that I’ve been addressed as “ma’am” by a teen aged boy, who apologised for biking on the same track I used. (And, to add, had every right to be there.)

Aussies will tell you tales about the types of Aussies like Donk in Crocodile Dundee, when in fact it’s more common to see one like the Dundee himself than one of those Donks. They will tell you to watch Wolf Creek, and try to convince you that yeah, we kill backpackers all the time in the out back! They still want you to believe that that’s what Aussies are like, because they take delight in seeing you gasping in horror and, on a more noble note, they like you to think your country is better than theirs. They wouldn’t want to embarrass you by telling what Aussies and Australia really are like.

For example, they wouldn’t tell you that the average IQ in Australia is 110. (USA’s average is 90, while world average is 100.) They wouldn’t tell you about the surf on their beaches, the lushness of their forests, the lovely hot summers or dog parks that most people would kill to be able to have a holiday in. They won’t ever point to the direction of the Aussie surfer hotties, that everyone knows are there, but you won’t hear an Aussie mentioning them. Instead, if you talk to them about surfing, they point out all the poisonous creatures living under the sea, the surf that takes lives without discrimination – like their prime minister’s in the 60′s. They will talk about the nature disasters and how they irresponsibly pollute and litter, without ever mentioning the fierce objection to development that threatens their historical sites or nature, or that every other advertisement on the telly is for a charity. They won’t mention the superb health care system they have but they will tell you stories about every horrible doctor they’ve ever met in their lives. They exaggerate the negative and play down the positive, just to make you feel your country is fine too. In addition, they lavish you with compliments about all the wonderful things about your country, everything they wish they had and they do this quite sincerely.

They tell you that they left Australia because they couldn’t handle the people, when in reality, they are just naturally curious and want to experience things. Saying that would be saying that you’re not much of a person because you never travelled though, and they would not want to make you feel inferior in any way. The Aussie sheilas will assure you that the Australian man is not as sophisticated as your lot, because they want to boost your ego a bit (so they don’t have to go without romance) and to make you believe you stand a chance after all those heartthrob Aussie blokes who they keep sending to Hollywood for reinforcements. Like  Chase in House. There’s your typical Aussie bloke. Not Donk! (Chase is, btw, a genuine Aussie, it’s not just his role.)

They won’t brag unless it’s their team playing sport against yours. Then you’ll get to know the Australian pride. Their jocks are tougher than yours. They will stay on the field with their leg broken and head tucked under their arm. Nothing stops the Australian sport star! Their games are tougher, their referees are fairer, and their sportsmanship is impeccable. Often times, all of it is true. They love their sports and they love to sledge you during the game, but once the game is over, they are again your best friends.

Australians may be rough as guts on the outside, but in the inside, they are lovable creatures that love their fun, often at your expense if you don’t have a sense of humour or wit to defend yourself. They value nothing as much as cleverness and toughness, and hate nothing more than stupidity and pettiness, and while you may feel all superior for having a crime free pedigree, you better think again, as I bet you have nothing on them.

I have two things to say today. First off; we want our own AFL team to Tassie. Real Tassie team, okay?!

Secondly, I think that creating Camberra, simply because they couldn’t decide which city should be the capital, Sydney or Melbourne, was complete bullshit. What’s up with that? Decision should have been made the Aussie way, but maybe it isn’t too late yet. Camberra could be transformed into a giant jail for Aussie criminals, and the decision between which city should be the capital could be made through sports. Aussies love their sports, all of them, so isn’t that the simplest and fairest way to decide who should rule the country? Australia could make it a huge tournament, combine all the favourite sports through out one fantastic season of sports, forgetting all other tournaments, cups and championships for one year, when all sportsmen of the two big cities would be fighting for the ultimate price. Which ever city scores the biggest points should rule the country. Simple.

What say you?