Open thread: readers’ soapbox
Today’s open thread is brought to you by Punch reader, “Jayda”:
“Dear Australia, I want the fun back! I want our nation to raise a giant middle finger in the face of ‘the rules’, don a sombrero and remember that we Australians, used to have a sense of humour!
Having just returned from an incredible six week Mexican holiday I’ll be the first to admit I’m suffering from the post-holiday blues. I miss the $1 beer and the happy discovery that said beer comes in a plethora of non-Carona options of exceptional quality. I miss the music that blares from every shop, restaurant and bar with scant regard for location or hour.
I miss the tequila that was poured directly into my mouth from bartenders who stood table top to administer the shots. I miss the way that the implementation of the smoking ban is interpreted simply as the need to put up “No Fumar” signs, but certainly not to enforce their meaning. I miss the crazy architecture and the rooftop bars and restaurants with dangerously crumbling balconies and scant regard for OH&S.
I miss the children who play, chat and run around until midnight despite having school the next day. I miss the fact that a zoo could have a touch pool full of friendly rays right next to an identical looking pool containing a shark - the only defining difference being the small sign on one encouraging children to pet the rays and the small sign on the other saying to keep your hands out of the water.
I miss the constant laughter, the friendliness of the people, the willingness to make friends and the love of togetherness.
My depression comes from the realisation that you can’t have experiences like this in a so-called “developed” nations like Australia. Why? Because ‘developed’ intrinsically means having ruled, legislated and surgically removed the fun out of practically everything.
Because we’ve become such a nanny-state nation of people who want no personal responsibility for anything anymore and who sue at the first sign of trouble. Who raise their arms in horror and cry “but what about the children”, complain about the loud music next door, need others to tell us when we’ve had too much to drink and look to our governments to make our world safe. Because we’ve become afraid.”
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