1. As described above by Nupe. Young folk getting about like old folk, albeit in a mannered, genteel
way.
2. (Australian) Someone of a young age (perhaps under 35), who has views more alike of their grandparents, especially if those views are the hardbitten and hateful type that are fomented by those who perceive themselves as left behind, despite being a part of a social majority, such as
white, Anglo-Celtic, lower-middle and working class Baby Boomers. Particularly those who have subscribed to the
Right-wing
conservative political views of Pauline Hanson (i.e. simplistic (and often vengeful) solutions to social problems, economically and socially
conservative, reactionary rather than visionary, myopically nationalistic and eternally suspicious of Other).
When these views are harboured by someone of Generation
Y, these are considered somewhat aberrant and negative, which earns them the title of "(being a) Young Fogey", as these embittered views would be more expected of their old fogey grandparents.
Braidyn and Oliver are both labourers working on an iron ore minesite in Western
Australia's Pilbara region, sitting in a donga having dinner . Both are aged 19, thus Gen
Y. Oliver's typical: he couldn't give much care to sociopolitical issues, pleading ignorance, whereas Braidyn must have sat on his cranky grandpop's knee too
long…
Braidyn: "I reckon those criminal buggers oughta get shot on sight if they get caught floggin' from someone's castle…bring back cane floggins! Works in
Singapore! Better still, bring back the death penalty, like now, ay!"
Oliver: (rolls eyes, completely non-commital to the views expounded) "Yeah.
Whatever, pal."
Braidyn: "Your ignorance is shit, mate…what wouldya say if it was your home being robbed, ay? A stint in the
Army would sort you out, ay! Too bloody right, ay! Bring back National Service!"
Oliver: "Like you'd go…I reckon you'd find an excuse not to serve."
Braidyn: "Well, we
don't got it, so I guess I'll never know, ay! Besides, much better
money on the mines! But bring on conscription! Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!"
Oliver: "Ah, geez, Braidyn, there you go again, being such a young fogey! Why don't you just take a chill pill and,
y'now, um, just enjoy making some mega moolah, like now?"
