Heading into this journey, I had no idea what to expect from people here. After all, the only real knowledge I had of Australia was from our shockingly ethnocentric media and entertainment industries.
For example, I thought every Aussie Male looked like this:
According to the stereotypes, an Aussie female must look like this:
Perhaps it was just wishful thinking or Melbourne is just different, but here is the accurate standard aussie dude:
Want to vomit? Me too. This picture is obviously an exaggeration using a picture that infuriates me beyond words. But yup, you guessed it. They are all hipsters. The fabric from any given pair of pants that I own (34/34 typically khakis) could be used to make approximately 2.75 pairs of pants for an Melbournian 20-something. Don't get me wrong. Many of them are AWESOMELY cool, but there is a severe lack of shark tooth necklaces and bowie knives and an influx of menthol cigarettes and gold calculator watches.
Another glaring misconception was the women. Once again, this is not all-inclusive, as we have spent time with some really cool, cute, not freakish girls, BUT when you walk down the streets, this is what you typically see:
To each his own, I guess? They seem to have great potential, but the style and general demeanor of the average girl on the street is tragically depressing and uninspired.
I know we can not be too material with all of these things, but hey, lets just blame it on the media. After all, they were the ones telling me that I could hunt boars with Crocodile Dundee and eat meat pies cooked by Naomi Watts. Until I fulfill that fantasy, I will just have to accept being an outcast and make sure that 2.5 australian hipsters don't try to rob me of my slacks.
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