Uni, mother-in-laws

Looks like I might enjoy this subject after all - it's be a while since I did an Engl Lit subject.  The only depressing thing that occurred today was that the American students confirmed that their images of Australia still relate to the "outback" (wherever the hell that is), and characters such as Steve Irwin.  Atrocious accents and characterisations in shows like Lost only perpetuate the mythic Australia - where kangaroos hop down the main street of towns, and the population is comprised of beer-swilling larrikins, and nary an Indigenous person is seen.  J made a fabulous observation a couple of years ago about a character in an Australian soap opera - this character was suffering from a brain tumour, and imagining himself as an Aborigine (the character was white, and as Ocker as they come) wandering through his town, no-one could see him, but he could see everyone.  As J commented of course no-one could see him, after all he was an Aborigine.  They're hardly represented on Australian TV shows, let alone in the greater world.  Out of sight, out of mind.  We are constantly told that we live in a wonderful nation, a lucky country, and yet we have refugees held in atrocious camps for years on end, and Indigenous populations decimated by disease, and growing numbers of 'finished people' (no jobs, no hopes, no dreams - they're finished people) - for these people Australia is not the lucky country.  OK .... a rant out of thin air, oh well, my LJ, my rant.

Onto more local matters, why are certain people from a certain generation, so bloody annoyingly stubborn.  My mother-in-law has had a wonky knee for a number of years, but refuses to use a walking aid.  Last week her knee gave out, she fell flat on her face, nose bleeds, bruises etc.  Today, down she went again, the reult - 20 stitches in her knee, but she just laughed and said she'd be fine when I suggested a walking stick.  She makes me so infuriated, stupid, stubborn bloody woman.  It continually surprises me that I've reached a stage in life that I had never contemplated, still caring for a child (OK nearly an adult), and also having to deal with parental issues/sicknesses/problems.  You never actually think about that, but suddenly it's a reality, and there, and you just have to deal even though you just want to crawl into a little box and have all the problems go away, or at least be dealt with by SOMEONE else.  I always liked that theory in Douglas Adams' books - the invisible thing just over there that you couldn't quite see because it was Somebody Else's Problem.  I want a heap of SEPs, just in case ...

  • Current Mood: annoyed oddly annoyed
:: tries hard to not think of Australians as stereotypes ::

Gidday, cobber!

Woops, sorry!

Yeah, we're at that age where we're still responsible for kids and our parents are starting to crap out -- burdens at both ends!

Hey, our cricketers did OK today! :: bangs head against wall to wake up as it is probably just a dream ::
:: tries hard to not think of Australians as stereotypes ::
And no corresponding thoughts of Kiwi stereotypes either ::cough:sheepshagger:cough:: - and this only came to mind because it was used on tonight's premiere of The Footy Show (rugby league season about to start, and no I don't usually watch it, it was just a verrrryy slow TV night), so a big sorry from me too.

Haven't had a chance to catch up with the cricket - Thursday is my uni day, so I tend to get behind in real life.

Hope I live long enough to be a burden!
Parents can be beyond frustrating, a bit like LJ (just had to change my layout because my previous one had just disappeared, might make a new background picture to go with it, just because ...)

Texan stereotypes - have a pretty good image of that one ;-)

I think we all need a bunch of SEPs, might make life a little easier now and then.
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okaaaay...

I can understand the frustration with your relatives neglecting their health. But I have to say that one of the things I like about both my parents is that they refuse to grow up. My dad and California mom are deaf as posts, conversation with them is unintentionally hilarious, but they refuse to believe that they are 80, bless, just as my mom refuses to believe that she is 76. My mother-in-law, on the other hand, became 'old' immediately upon widowhood in her mid-1950s. I prefer oblivious and scary to dependent and resigned. Really. Just my opinion.

I like SEP, and I also like the conceit created by Raymond Briggs in Fungus the Bogeyman, that when things get really bad, you could bury yourself for about a year, dig yourself up, and the problem would have gone away in the mean while. The tombstones in the Bogeyman's graveyard have 'wake up dates'. A more elaborated version of sticking your head in the sand. Again, oblivious works for me.

Or as my favorite Canadian stereotype badge says: Dip me in maple syrup and throw me to the lesbians!
I'm mostly pleased at my m-i-l's independence, but I am continually frustrated by her inability to admit to her limitations as she gets older - it's not a damned weakness, it's just a fact of life. Most of the things we have to do for her are usually a direct result of her non-acceptance of these limitations. I don't mind doing stuff for her, but I would like it better if she didn't hurt herself, so I wouldn't have to be running her around to doctors and hospitals etc etc.

I can be stereotypically Aussie at times too. Think I'm in a bit of a funk this week, so things seem a bit out of proportion. It does however irk me to think our national image overseas is still bound to such stereotypes, that's all. Not to mention the dumbing down of subjects to cater for the 'full fee paying' students, but that's another gripe for another day.