ALL IN EFFORTS to keep you fine, foreign visitors from putting your foot in it.
Assume that Australians are all blonde-haired, bronzed, buff beach bunnies.
We’re not. We used to market ourselves like that back in the ’70s and ’80s, but due to the fact that we have the highest rate of skin cancer in the world, we’ve spent the last 20-odd years trying to keep everyone well-protected. “Slip, slop, slap” as the ads say. Sure, I would kill for a bronzed complexion, wavy sun-bleached blonde locks, a six-pack you could wash clothes on, biceps that could deflect bullets, and the ability to stand on a surfboard without looking like a dick, but I (and countless other Australians) would rather not die from melanoma.