Classless


Wherein our narrator stops whinging long enough to make some observations.

Last evening I went to bed at 7 PM, and slept all the way through to 4 AM. Whee! Sleep! It felt very good, and even better to go down for another hour between 5:30 and 6:30 AM. Here's hoping I can maintain some sort of normal sleep schedule.

But enough about me. There's been far too much about me in this blog lately, and that's got to stop. Let's get back to talking about Australia. I had one of my minor ephiphanies on Friday, while riding home on the bus. Australia is a classless Britain. I don't mean they're all insensitive clods, but rather, the most common complaint about the UK which I hear from my ex-pat friends is that there is still, very clearly a class structure in the country. There's a Ruling class, an Upper class, a Middle class, and a Lower class. There is very little movement between the classes; occasionally someone might move from the Middle class into the Upper class, but even that's rare, and takes an awful lot of money. No one ever moves into the Ruling class. And I'm not sure that anyone actually moves out of the Lower class, either. Social mobility is constrained by tradition in Britain.

It's not that way in Australia. Now, while it would be going too far to say that there is only a vast middle class in Australia - because most certainly there are rich people and poor people here, as there are everywhere - there isn't any visible reification of those economic realities within the class structure. That's true in the two other formerly-British colonies of Canada and the United States, as well, so it's not particularly suprising that it's happened here. What is surprising is that in many ways I find in Australia a cultural copy of Britain. It's not that it isn't unique - it is. But here, far more than in Canada and the United States, they look to Britain as the cultural exemplar.

So, in some sense, Australia is the best that British culture has to offer, with none of the downsides. You've got a tidy, comfortable population. People are taxed (about 40%, given my first paycheck, not all that different from the US) to pay for a high level of social services. There's comprehensive medical insurance. Unemployment compensation. The government takes a portion of your paycheck (superannuation) and invests it for your retirement. All in all, it's tidy, cozy and seems to work quite well. The Australian economy is humming along at a steady 4% growth rate, while Europe, the US and Asia (excepting China and India) limp along lethargically.

In other words, whatever they're doing here, it's working. The only bump I see on the horizon is the real estate bubble that is surely forming in Sydney, with houses going for outrageous prices, and a near frenzy of investing in property. That does look dangerous, and if it suddenly bursts, the country could well be plunged into recession.

So all this tidy success may contribute to a certain quietude. Things are going well here, but they're not exciting. There aren't any screaming highs like the tech bubble in the US, or lows like crash the ruined Southeast Asia in 1997. Things are...dull. That's not an indictment, to be sure: when things get interesting, culturally, people tend to get hurt, and badly. But I do think it makes young people a bit restless. Most young Australians spend a year touring the world, and many work abroad, in Canada or Britain or the USA. But they all come home, eventually. And why wouldn't you? The climate is nice, it's a great place to raise the kids, and you can be assured of retiring in comfort, grilling up shrimps on the barbie, and playing with the grandkids, until the time comes to shuff off the mortal coil, and leave this gentle land behind.

Surely, I must be romanticizing this. It couldn't possibly be that nice. Could it? Is this the reason that Australians are consistently ranked as the happiest people on Earth?

There are downsides; while the state here is not at all authoritarian, there is a lot more involvement of the state in human affairs than you'd find in, say, the United States. You're dealing with paperwork and bureaucracy at a far more comprehensive level than you might be in the US. Still, so long as the state minds its own business - and given the brothels in Sydney (there are a few just blocks from my house) and the permissive culture which allows a queer community to thrive there, the state doesn't seem to be minding anyone's morals - it may not be utterly abhorrent. But that's not the kind of thing you learn overnight; it takes time to discover the extent of contract which exists between the ruling and the ruled.

The question is: do I want to find out?

Posted: Tue - October 28, 2003 at 08:07 AM        


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