Originally when I thought about doing an Australia Day-related post in recognition of it being Australia Day tomorrow, my first instinct was to share some of these great retro and retro inspired images. So I have.
But I have to be honest with you, this public holiday brings about some very mixed feelings in me.
This time last year, I had just come home from London and I was so glad to be in Australia. So. Glad. I can't even begin to tell you. Looking back on my time in the UK now, I can clearly see I was depressed. And I hate that word. And I hate admitting it. But there it is. So, coming home was a big big thing and while there were tears when the plane taxied off the runway at Heathrow {there may have even been blubbering and snot}, as soon as I hit home soil I felt like I could breathe properly again. {That doesn't even explain it fully, but it's the best I can do.}
So there's that.
Then there's the whole fact that we celebrate this date - a date when, if you choose to follow the text-book definition of invasion, Australia was "colonised". {Oh lordy, how many loaded words are in that sentence?!} The older I get, the less comfortable I am with the fact we recognise this specific date in history. It's pretty bloody exclusionary, if you ask me {and you didn't, but there you go, you can't have everything}.
I can't even begin to imagine what must run through the minds of Indigenous Australians every time this public holiday comes around on the calendar. And I recognise that I'm saying this from a white, female, {relatively} privileged perspective.
Then there's the nationalistic pride that has become so popular lately. I don't know why, but it just doesn't sit well with me. Maybe it's the Cronulla thing? Maybe I just get pissed off that so many people just view this public holiday as a chance to get drunk, downing slabs of VB with their mates while wearing cheap, imported Australia flag capes, thongs {of the footwear kind} and silk boxer shorts. Don't get me wrong, there are many great things about this country, but can we recognise that there is so much shittyness that has happened in the past. And quite frankly, is still happening? Could we {gasp, shock horror} recognise, in a real and genuine way the original {at least more original than the rest of us migrants} custodians of this land and not shit all over them and their culture in order to get a day off work and bray about "being Australian"? Could we?
I'm not one to go overboard with political correctness and whatnot, but I'm a fairly practical person when it comes down to it. More and more, I struggle to see the validity in celebrating a milestone that has resulted in the exclusion of this country's Indigenous people. It's just insulting and very bad manners.
Aherm.
So there you have it. There's a bucket load of opinion in this post. I've hesitated at being so frank with my opinions, but when it comes down to it, if I can't express them freely on my own blog, then where? And there's more than enough in the mainstream media about what is to be celebrated tomorrow, I just wanted to add my two cents worth, for what it's worth. Feel free to agree or disagree with me {but mind your manners when doing it - there's no need for a shitfight, it is a public holiday after all}.
"Girt by sea" - *rolls eyes*