My husband - the bogan

 Well, the students have had an extra day of weekend to really prepare hone their cheekiness (and loudness) it seems.

I was greeted this afternoon by my Year 12 students screaming accusingly, "We saw you with your bogan boyfriend at the supermarket on Saturday!"

"That would be bogan husband," I replied.

My retorts on the pseudo-Monday that is a Tuesday after a long weekend, are seldom snappy.

There was mumbling and grumbling but eventually they got over it and settled down to some work. But then as one student walked out he called, "Bye Miss. Say hi to your bogan boyfriend."

This led to me wondering about several things.

Firstly, why did he insist on saying boyfriend after I had corrected him? Was it because it was alliterative and hence more pleasing to the ear? Was it inconceivable that bogans would get married due to rebellious attitudes towards the old-fashioned institution?

Secondly, is Matt technically a Bogan? He certainly does not measure up to the stereotypical image of boganry that I have (and since I grew up in the Hutt I consider myself fairly knowledgable on the matter). But how many features of boganry does one have to have until one has crossed the line and become a Bogan.

Sure Matt has long hair, was wearing a black beanie and has a predilection for loud rock/metal type music. But on the other hand, he cares little about Fords/Holdens or cars in general, and his interests tend more towards arty and geeky endeavours. Maybe he is a sub-species - an intellectual bogan or fluffy, arty bogan.