I found this book in the library called The Bogan Delusion by David Nichols. I took it home purely because of the title. I found that it was not so much a book as a rant, but very entertaining and at times even enlightening. Mr Nichols is an urban planner, teaching at the University of Melbourne. A few years ago he moved from inner city Melbourne to outer suburban Broadmeadows, one of Melbourne's best known public housing estates and supposed Bogan Central. With the zeal of the convert, he launches a defence of all things outer suburban against all things inner suburban. His chief target is the notion of the "bogan", the stereotypical uncultured, hard-drinking, mullett-wearing, uneducated outer suburban Australian, for whom Broadmeadows is supposed to be the natural habitat. His idea is that there is really no such thing as a bogan. From his description it would be hard to tell because he never really describes clearly what a bogan is, despite hi...
"Maybe in this day and age, love thy neighbor should also be love thy nature. After all we are all neighbors to nature; we live in a grand neighborhood called the biosphere, the realm of life on earth, and we depend on it. We are it and it is us, from our gut biome to what we eat, drink, and breathe. Love in this case should manifest as active care." Rebecca Solnit