I’m normally a fan of The Age columnist Catherine Deveney, but I was rather peeved by her column this morning that suggested that while inner city folk were doing everything in their power to be good environmental citizens, those who live in the outer suburbs are nothing more than environmental terrorists.
Perhaps my chip in the shoulder is taking what some would construe as jest too seriously, but this is not a new opinion. It also again demonstrates how The Age thinks Melbourne only consists within the tram network.
The paragraphs I mainly took issue with are:
The aspirationals continue to build their McMansions an hour’s drive from where they work and then hop in their fuel-guzzling monster trucks every morning to pay for their five wide-screen televisions, air-conditioning to counteract poor design and petrol to fuel their “lifestyle”, which is basically shopping. Am I the only one who’s a bit happy when the price of petrol goes up? “Good,” I think. “Make those dickheads suffer.”
Because nothing will make them think, or change.
They bleat: “We can’t afford to live closer.” Yes, you can. You just won’t have a double garage, a parents’ retreat, a rumpus room, a home cinema and five bedrooms with en suites.
Let’s disect this typical blinkered, inner-city, bullshit, call-me-Mother fucking Theresa view of the world.
For starters I hate the term McMansion. It’s offensive and patronising in that it implies that a certain class of people not be allowed to live in big homes. What’as next? Do my kids go to McSchools and thus should be shunned by perspective employers because they don’t have an inner-city school tie – who says Australia doesn’t have a class system?
People live in the outer suburbs because they grew up in the area and feel at home there or because they can’t afford what The Age will tell you are the more desirable suburbs. For Deveney to say someone can sell a $450,000 house in the outer suburbs and buy something closer to work, regardless of size, is an absolute joke and totally blind to the housing crisis.
What this smacks of to me is a reverse envy, where people who bought two-bedroom dog boxes in the inner suburbs with a view to upgrade find they can’t afford to go anywhere else and are stuck in their little shit holes with a changed set of life priorities brought on by having a family.
Meanwhile their friends, who couldn’t afford to live in the cafe belt, managed to get over the whole bullshit “location-location” con and live like kings in a house where the dust doesn’t predate Federation.
Do they feel guilty? Like fuck they do!
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