Hey, gidday there. I've had a few weeks' break from writing this column because I've been occupied with some other domestic activities of great magnitude - papier mache puppets don't stick themselves together, you know. Outside the craft corner, I've also been trying to make peace with the urge for social dominance.You?
Actually, it's the irksome suburb of Herne Bay that got me thinking about our drive for status, and trying to reconcile myself to it. For some reason it really vexed me that Labour leader David Cunliffe lives in Herne Bay, New Zealand's most expensive suburb, where he boasts he sends his children to a state school.
Bully for you, swanky dude. I tried to construct some argument about why it was disgracefully hypocritical of Cunliffe to live next to cafes that sell $20 chicken and walnut sandwiches while supposedly trying to make New Zealand more egalitarian, but that seemed to be a bit of a clapped-out position.
Would Labour's policies have more credibility if he lived on a crummy street?
Oh, I suppose I could work up a lukewarm froth of indignation that Cunliffe doesn't live in his electorate of New Lynn, but that wasn't really the point. When I was honest with myself, I had to admit that maybe the problem was with me, not him. I'm afraid I have an unhealthy neurosis about Herne Bay. But why?