The Pretension of Promotion
November 28th 2009 23:33
For those of us who survived walking the streets of the inner suburbs of Sydney in the 1980's and 90's, it can be forgiven that one will feel out of the loop with the swell of over-promotion and population that has come to define this old town.
As another summer rolls in, the 'most popular beach in the world' is forced to deal with mass migration on a daily basis. From four corners of the world they have come, and it is commonplace for us to note that with every bus ride down to the beach there will always be a few people on the bus who receive a rush of adrenaline, curiousity and porous salt as they prepare themselves to see Bondi for the first time.
The common local folk have been slowly learning to deal with this, even though we harbour the thought of a retardation in our place at the top of the pops (Surely "The Girl From Ipanema" hasn't been overtaken by Bondi Postcards?!). Then there are the people who moved in post-2000, fully aware of the decline in power of the people who live here. The renters have moved in for the experience of it, as if it is some rite of passage into City Slicker adulthood. And the investors, well lets just say we can all be thankful they haven't gone as distant from rational thought as those of Dubai have.
They are getting close though.
Looking out into the Pacific, it is becoming rare that one is able to see the horizon through the haze of pollution and dust. It is a serious crime against humans, animals and the planet that Sydneysiders continue on with there non-chalant view towards impending gridlock on our streets. Maybe they look out into the haze and wonder if they are becoming short-sighted. Maybe the whole lot of them are disabled by the fear of public transport and whether it will make them feel a part of the underclass (Die on, MacBank).
Regardless, I am one who truly believes that the brainwashed and over-promoted opinions on the eastern suburbs of Sydney are not deserved by anywhere in the world, it is completely pretensious. As the travellers in the know slowly move south, the intellectual capacity of Bondi is obviously and blatantly declining with every summer that passes. What elements will persevere as the seasons turn to years, decades even?
May we hope the fruit will not fall too far from the roots of the tree.
As another summer rolls in, the 'most popular beach in the world' is forced to deal with mass migration on a daily basis. From four corners of the world they have come, and it is commonplace for us to note that with every bus ride down to the beach there will always be a few people on the bus who receive a rush of adrenaline, curiousity and porous salt as they prepare themselves to see Bondi for the first time.
The common local folk have been slowly learning to deal with this, even though we harbour the thought of a retardation in our place at the top of the pops (Surely "The Girl From Ipanema" hasn't been overtaken by Bondi Postcards?!). Then there are the people who moved in post-2000, fully aware of the decline in power of the people who live here. The renters have moved in for the experience of it, as if it is some rite of passage into City Slicker adulthood. And the investors, well lets just say we can all be thankful they haven't gone as distant from rational thought as those of Dubai have.
They are getting close though.
Looking out into the Pacific, it is becoming rare that one is able to see the horizon through the haze of pollution and dust. It is a serious crime against humans, animals and the planet that Sydneysiders continue on with there non-chalant view towards impending gridlock on our streets. Maybe they look out into the haze and wonder if they are becoming short-sighted. Maybe the whole lot of them are disabled by the fear of public transport and whether it will make them feel a part of the underclass (Die on, MacBank).
Regardless, I am one who truly believes that the brainwashed and over-promoted opinions on the eastern suburbs of Sydney are not deserved by anywhere in the world, it is completely pretensious. As the travellers in the know slowly move south, the intellectual capacity of Bondi is obviously and blatantly declining with every summer that passes. What elements will persevere as the seasons turn to years, decades even?
May we hope the fruit will not fall too far from the roots of the tree.
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