I'm writing to you, dear currency, on behalf of the other kiwis. The hardworking ones and the indolent ones, too, and the rugby league team, the shoe polish even the pathetic flightless birds that shamelessly adopted your name. We dared to dream. We believed. And our cusp shall runneth over yet.
Some may say parity is merely symbolic. But life is full of symbols. A triple-century is but a symbol, and Brendon McCullum got one of those, for which he was rewarded by the gift of the keys to Wellington - although he should probably give them back, because things might get a bit tight if Australian tourists can't afford to visit any more.
The muscular New Zealand economy has meanwhile left the Aussie press agog, seen in pages of pictures of important monetary indicators such as the All Blacks and Flight of the Conchords. Just weeks ago, from the malls of Miami to the bazaars of Istanbul, everyone was talking about those ghastly New Zealand X Factor judges. Today, they speak of little but the plucky, above-weight-punching New Zealand dollar and our stable fiscal foundations.
All but the disciples of negativity will swell with pride at this coming of age, this evisceration of our convict Ocker cousins.
The doomsayers may dwell on school lunches and child poverty, they may harp on about property prices or the lower rungs on the housing ladder collapsing under the girth of the baby boomers, they may mutter that while the kiwi has soared from A75c in 2011 to near-parity, incomes across the Ditch remain a third higher, they may moan that there's little point gloating about Australian economic turbulence as our own prosperity is so dependent on theirs, or that manufacturers and exporters are distraught, or something about milk prices, or medium-term macroeconomic cycles, whatever, but that's precisely what you'd expect from the haters of progress.
The kiwi's gallantry is a moment to savour, unless you're an ignoramus or a hua, especially when there's not much sport and it's a slow news week, not to mention the possibilities of inventive parity/party wordplay. Such as "It's my parity and I'll cry if I want to." Or "Parity Rock Anthems Vol 4" or "Would you like to come to my Key parity?"
No, it was not to be your week, kiwi. But the Everest of parity will be conquered yet. Either that or we'll all just switch to Bitcoin.
In the meantime we'll celebrate your almost-victory with a party on the Auckland waterfront. And know this: your colours are an awful lot less garish and unpleasant than the Aussie dollar, and you're definitely much nicer.
Kind regards, etc, Toby
