Australia Day is one of the reasons I love being in this country. In New Zealand, our national day, Waitangi Day, is fraught with guilt and confusion and feels more like a day of mourning than celebration or commemoration or reflection.
However, as a white office worker, Australia Day is a great chance to take an extra day off to create a four-day weekend and make January, typically a bummer of a month after returning to work from Christmas, a little less painful. I can just say “fuck it” and eat some food, drink some booze and not think about any of that depressing stuff like the slaughter of an indigenous people, frontier wars, or the continued marginalisation of vulnerable people. This licence to not give a shit is a refreshing break from progression.