Look out! The sky is falling in, the sun has converted its final molecule of hydrogen into helium and is about to die off, a new superbug has come along and we have no way of fighting it, or we’re just paying $22 for smashed avocado on toast.
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In case you hadn’t realised it, a war was going, one revolving around the simple pleasure of smashed avocado. Last week Bernard Salt a columnist for The Australian wrote a piece on the “evils of hipster cafes”, and that if those under 40 were to stop enjoying the luxury of “smashed avocado with crumbled feta on five-grain toasted bread at $22 a pop” they could afford a deposit on a house.
Now I could go on about how housing was cheaper, deposits smaller, jobs were more secure, and the "outer suburbs" were less outer than the ones now available to today's first home buyer, but I won’t. Instead I’d like to view Mr Salt’s attack on the humble Avo as our call to arms to bring about change.
Those who are up in arms trumpeting how house prices were cheaper and deposits smaller don’t seem to realise they don’t have to complain and feel like they’re yelling at a brick wall, they have the opportunity to try and change things for the better.
What is that opportunity you may say, well it’s hard work. But not hard work in any standard employment, (seeing as housing prices wildly outstrip average income growth), but hard work in politics.
One millennial has already ventured out and had a crack at it and although it was a short stint why shouldn’t others?
Wyatt Roy got sick of complaining and took a stab at federal politics despite not being particularly attracted to it, it’s what we need now, strong young voices in the highest places of parliament fighting for housing, marriage equality and the myriad of issues Baby Boomers and Millennials argue about.
Now’s the time to enter the political scene shake up the status quo and pass sensible measures that will benefit today’s work force and the generations to come, not the dinosaurs considering their next negative gearing adventure.
It does seem like all we do is complain. It’s the reason that the Boomer’s call us Generation ME and attack our smashed avocado to get a reaction and try to control us, the same reason any school yard bully lashes out. But once they see that we’re willing to stand up and enter their domain, we’ll be able to have our house and eat our Avo too.
Matthew Chown
