When you live on the Central Coast, most people think you're a bogan. Yes you will find people wearing black denim jeans, a flanny shirt and desert boots riding their pushy or skateboard during the middle of the working week but the Central Coast is much more than that.
Take for instance my street and the little suburb that I live in. Of the residents I know, all but one has moved up from Sydney. Most have husbands who still commute to their CORPORATE jobs in the city. The mothers have University degrees (some like me, have more than one), work in some kind of 'professional' role - a University lecturer, an occupational therapist, a childcare teacher, an underwriter, a finance marketing guru, a travel agent, a business analyst, a media director, a high school teacher, the list goes on.
Sure, we may wear tracky daks occasionally but we certainly aren't lining up at Maccas with our ten children, smoking our winny blues and wearing ugg boots and South Sydney Rabbitos jerseys.
Issues such as public education and politics actually matter to us - we even use big words AND know what they mean.
And while I do take the piss and pronounce places such as Gosford as 'Gossie' and use a Kath Day Knight accent to say Woy Woy and Umina, it is all in good fun.
There are many things that annoy me about the Coast but certainly it is a great place to bring up your kids and I could think of worse places to live.