I have to apologise to my followers for my hiatus lately – it has been an extremely busy semester- just coming to a close now with a large pile of marking remaining!
I will be picking up my blog efforts from early November and this is a start to this, I just couldn’t resist a jab at this ridiculous article describing how ‘dangerously fat’ Australians apparently are. Now… I don’t really need to go into the issues with their measurement devices, though it appears they have at least avoided the BMI in favour of waist measurement (which is by no means accurate). The language itself is what makes the situation ridiculous. Obviously they are attempting to terrorise people into thinking their overhang is a ticking time-bomb, a cardiac event on a cracker, akin to snorting heroin. Danger is the word of the day. For me in conjured up an image of a balding, fairly short, Aussie James Bond, with a proud beer gut in an ill-fitting suit panting uproariously as he chases a criminal down George Street in Sydney shouting “come on cobber, fair suck of the sav mate, you must have a roo loose in the top paddock, slow down and give a joker a break!”
Now don’t get me wrong here – Aussies are dangerous, I lived in Canberra for three years and can testify to the specifics of this, such as the propensity to make comments such as “Shut you face Jock” loudly, often on public transport. They are also extremely adept at making sheep jokes about New Zealanders which may or may not be accurate. ahem… But in full support of my Aussie brothers, sisters and others – they are not ‘dangerously’ fat. No one is ‘dangerously’ fat. They are just fat.