Perusing the lead of the Sydney Morning Herald website this morning, it's become painfully clear that most, if not all Australian 'news' is written from a middle class perspective.
The young journalists all come from upstanding middle class families; go through university as upstanding middle class students; then finally end up writing as upstanding middle class journalists.
One article was about how Gen Y, my generation, still hold dear the prospect of 'settling down' before 30.
I for one am 28 - in contrast to those subjects in the article, I am yet to go overseas, I am to secure permanent stable employment, and I am yet to even merely entertain the thought of owning a house.
And marriage? Don't even get me started on my stubborn refusal to shackle up with a late 20s or early 30s Australian woman - nothing could be absolutely further from mind, given their idiosyncrasies and ingrained sense of entitlement.
The young people interviewed for the article (which was extremely weak on its own anyway) all work in areas such as finance, or other high-powered inner city jobs, and this affords them all overseas holidays.
Perish the thought that our young hoighty-toighty flowing floral dress young lady journalists would interview a Gen Y farmer, miner, or the unemployed or homeless member of Gen Y about their goals.
And forget aiming to buy a house in Sydney - I would dare say the vast majourity of Gen Ys in Sydney would love just to be able to secure affordable rental housing.
I suppose it would be trite to expect a city newspaper to pay attention to anyone or anything outside of their own blessed halo.
Sydney in particular is more akin to a miniature, self-enclosed European country located in the Pacific - Sydneysiders consider themselves more cultured, more wealthy, more knowledgeable, more tolerant, and just about more-everything than the rest of Australia, which they instinctively turn their noses up at.
Even those of Western Sydney who are wedged square up against the Blue Mountains consider themselves to be suave and intercontinental just by the mere act of making French toast.
Because of this, the entirety of our popular media is completely geared towards the city-dwelling middle classes, who are really nothing more than loyal subjects in a collective derangement of superiority.
As such, very few of them, especially newly arrived immigrants seeking to settle in Sydney, live inside an encapsulated bubble, and to venture beyond the bubble of the suburban limits courts danger.
That's not to say the city is a bad place, and many great things in terms of culture and ideas can spring forth from it; it does however mean that it attempts to unduly influence the whole of society, which may not see everything through coffee-fogged designer sunglasses.
Me, personally, I have no intention of even attempting to follow a linear timetable for my own life as a Gen Y.
I turn 30 next year and still get asked for I.D, and I plan on living an awfully long time, and the prospect of sitting in an empty nest just when the mortgage is finally paid off, or gone through a divorce, is not on my horizon.
It's the popular majourity that is only ever reported on, and it's the unpopular minority that is kept only for slow news days.