Following the lead of Amaranta in her thread about Canadian identity, I am being a dead-set *Copy-cat from Ballarat * and doing the same for Australians. Nyeh, nyeh.
Anyways, here’s how you can call yourself an Aussie:
You know there are no such thing as dropbears, but you agree to an unwritten pact that you will perpetuate the myth, especially to US backpackers.
You know all the words to Waltzing Matilda, but only one verse of Advance Australia Fair (if that!)
You can’t remember if Australia Day is the 25th or the 26th of January. Or February. But you don’t really care because it is a Public Holiday and it means another day off.
You recognise that our national ‘heroes’ are/were probably arseholes in real life.
If you’re over 40 you will appreciate Armistice Day (11 November) for another reason altogether.
Don Bradman, Don Dunstan, Don Burrows, Ken Don(e). (Hey, I tried to keep the Don theme!! )
Cars run on petrol, not gas (unless they run on gas of course).
Everyone agrees that Collingwood (FC) sux. Of course, that is assuming that AFL rules in your state…but if your state does NOT include AFL, it ain’t worth considering of course. Hehehehe.
You know the backbone of our country is our rural produce sector, but you also know that our primary producers are the BIGGEST WHINGERS of all time. It’s either a good year, in which case the prices drop, or a bad year, in which case the prices drop. You know you’re an Aussie if you don’t see any commentary by farmers in any given 12 month period.
You know you’re an Aussie when the brewery workers/drivers call a ‘strike’ three weeks before Xmas. You know you’re an Aussie even more when they get their ambit claims met four days before the 25th.