Being an Aussie means. . .


{I am going on ‘walkabout’ for a bit. My good friend Kelly from Spilling the Beans has graciously written this wonderful guest post. I’ll be back soon. Promise. btw- Kel loves comments. I mean that sincerely. 8)}

When Michael asked me to write a post for Smoke and Mirrors, I was both terribly flattered and terrified! After the initial shock, one discarded post and a suggestion on my part, it was agreed that a post titled “You know you’re Australian when…” would be written.
However, as you can see by both the new title, and the lack of any funny and informative list offering advice on how to tell whether you’re an Aussie or not, I decided against it.
If you want to see a list like that just search for it.
There are many of them out there, all with merit, some of them even disturbingly accurate….So I did what any true blue Aussie would do instead. I cheated.
I have cut and pasted a post I did a while back, then tweaked it a little.

Being an Aussie means so much more than simply LIVING IN AUSTRALIA. It’s an attitude, a way of life. Not all Australians are Aussies, and not all Aussie’s live in Australia…

Being an Aussie means knowing that the term ‘mate’ has more meanings than a duck has feathers. It can be used in a friendly manner, as a term of endearment, sarcastically, with or without humor. It can be used as a general title for people you don’t know, or your nearest and dearest.
It such a part of our culture that when security staff at our Parliament House were banned from using the term, the uproar was so great the directive was rescinded almost immediately. It united the country as it hasn’t been united on a single issue for as long as I can remember.

Being an Aussie means that when Steven Bradbury won the gold medal for speed skating at the 2002 Winter Olympics, you couldn’t stop laughing for a bloody week, or been any prouder than if he were your own son.
He won fair and square and anyone who says he didn’t WIN, that everyone else LOST, is likely to end up with a shiner blacker than the ace of spades! Here’s a guy who was happy to sit back and HOPE that everyone else stuffed up because he figured he had no other chance of winning. Winning by simply being the last man standing is perfectly acceptable, and in this case just so damn funny to watch…

Being an Aussie means respecting the land on which we live. It will kill you in a heartbeat. Aussies understand and respect water. It can give life, and take it away just as quick. Considering the majority of Australians live near the coast is it any wonder than we have perfected lifesaving and are teaching the rest of the world? Yet we have more desert on this continent than not, and it will kill you within hours if you aren’t prepared.
Australia, a country of extremes…

Being an Aussie means helping out ANYONE who needs it.
Even the next door neighbour whose dog barks all night long, and throws empty stubbies over the fence every Friday night. One day you’re threatening to key his ’74 hotted up HJ, then the next, his house burns down and your offering him a beer and your couch to crash on if he needs it.
When it comes to a crisis, aussies will be the first one to offer you the shirt of their backs.

Being an Aussie means laughing at pretty much anything, particularly ourselves. In fact laughing is a must, if you don’t have a sense of humor, then you can’t really call yourself an Aussie. We laugh at our own pollies, but then how easy is that to do when they are real life caricatures?!

Being an Aussie means taking an interest in ANY sport in which we are WINNING.
We don’t want to know about losers, they suck.
When Australia won the America Cup, nobody knew what it was, until we won!
And to really show just how much sport is a part of our blood, the then Prime Minister, Mr Bob Hawke, said on national telly that any boss who sacked a worker who didn’t show up to work the next day is a ‘bloody mug.’
Kind of says it all doesn’t it?

Being an Aussie means knowing the power of the understatement. Terms like “gee, you think?” and “well DUH!” convey so much more than anything else you could possibly say.

Being an Aussie means many things to many different people.
But that’s the point.
There is not really any one icon, or character which sums up what it is to be Australian.
If you could roll Crocodile Dundee and his easy going, accepting attitude, Steve Irwin with his passion and enthusiastic larrakinism, a Lifeguard with his/her willingness to put their life on the line for someone they don’t know, and a stand up comedian all into one, then maybe, just maybe you might come a little close.
The iconic Aussie is constantly evolving, yet stays the same.
Australia is a country full of extremes, contradictions, simple ideals, and subtle complexities. The same can be said for those of us who call it home.

Take it easy,
Kelly – aka debambam
Spilling the Beans

5 thoughts on “Being an Aussie means. . .

  1. And the environment has many West Texas parellels as well. The saying goes around here that everything either sticks ya, bites ya, or fucks ya. And we each have distinctive accents. So g’day y’all.

    “everything either sticks ya, bites ya, or fucks ya”
    You must scream alot, Fuzz.
    And the duststorms sound quite sucky as well.
    As Kelly said, it’s all about extremes.
    Same can be said about the Texas Chili, yes?


  2. IL, sounds like Aussies could be kin to Texans!

    Fuzz, love it! The thing about Aussies is we don’t have different accents for each state or territory, however you can usually spot where someone is from by their driving habits 🙂

    Mum, it does that from time to time….

    Take it easy, Kelly


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