If ever I come across someone who is not Australian (usually a tourist), sometimes exchange students… the ignorant bastards ALWAYS ask, “So have you ever like, wrestled a crocodile?”
And it upsets me. Like shit, of fucking course I have, you ignorant motherfucker, learn the culture…. over here, Australian children -well teens, technically guys, but ceremonially it’s bloody ‘children’- have to wrestle a fucking crocodile at the age of sixteen to prove they are man or woman enough to be considered a fucking adult in this society.
We practice at school with an inflatable one, and fuck is that awkward I tell you what… but it’s important to learn… even if you look bloody ridiculous in your leopard print togs straddling a slippery squeaky surface. Not saying a lot of kids die, but there’s a reason we have a lower rate of kids going from grade ten to eleven each year…
So when you ask me if I’ve wrestled a croc, ignorantly or otherwise, you are insulting me by insinuating that haven’t and therefore, you apparently don’t think I’m an adult.
Like shit, guys… think before you ask culturally sensitive questions.
What’s fucking next, ‘Are Drop Bears even real?’ ? Because I’ll let your blood curdling screams as they feast upon you answer that one…
I am 1000000000% Dundee with your UnAussie bullshit…