Here’s a regular debate I have with the Country Mouse. When is the country…the country?
On our regular drives from the Country Mouse’s home-sweet-home to the nearest regional town (maybe it even has the status of a city, but don’t even think about any Sydney CBD comparison) we pass large green fields with various country-style animals, predominantly horses and cows. Very picturesque.
I usually exclaim at this point, “Wow, we are really in the country!” Country Mouse disagrees, “This is not the country.” I counter, “But there are cows.” He counters, “Cows do not equal country.” And there you have today’s definition challenge – and blog question.
Now city folk have horses, I pass stables regularly on my way to work in the Eastern Suburbs. And horses also move in and out of the Equestrian Centre near Fox Studios (officially now called the Entertainment Quarter, does anyone even recognise – or use - Fox Studios’ new moniker?) and into Centennial Park opposite. So clearly horses do not equal country.
I am an unabashed City Mouse, but surely there is no debate here. Horses may not equal country, but cows definitely equal country. And country equals cows. What do you all think?
Country is when you have horses and cows to make a living. City is when you have horses and cows as a hobby. You can have both, but only if you have the right bank balance. The further the Safeway from either of these scenarios determines just how country you are. The proximity to a Art House cinema will determine City in each case.
ReplyDeleteWell, I agree with Chris - great analogy :)
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