bucolic

As usual, around Easter Show time, articles about rural folk and farming appear in various newspapers. And a least once a year, the patronising, supercillious “golly gee whiz, those cityfolk are absolute morons who don’t even know where their food comes from” attitude appears in one of those articles.

This year it is the turn of Ian Pursehouse, 25 who is president of the Agricultural Societies Council Youth Group:
“Simple things like milking a cow help educate city people about where their food comes from, ” he said. “A lot of people think it comes from a supermarket shelf.”

Do people from the country honestly, genuinely believe that there are a lot of people out there who think that milk just magically appears in the supermarket? Have they ever met anyone from the city? Or are we just a giant amorphous blob of idiocy?

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I have never encountered an adult who did not know where milk came from.

I’m awfully glad I escaped to the city all those years ago.

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2 thoughts on “bucolic

  1. One day we were waiting for a bus which was around 30-35 minutes late (not great when they are supposed to come every 20 minutes). There was an old dude at the bus stop bailing people up telling them that we didn’t know how good we had it having buses at all and in the country they didn’t even have buses etc etc etc

    I suspect he was a plant by SydneyBuses.

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