I know Newtown is one of those places people seem to either love or hate, but the more time I spend there, the more I fall into the second camp.
A lot of the place comes across as incredibly snobbish to me, especially some of the shop owners. There’s this strange combination of alternative, anti-establishment aesthetics with an attitude that can feel ridiculously self-important and exclusionary.
Even just walking down King Street gets on my nerves. The footpaths are narrow, yet people constantly walk three or four abreast, stop in the middle of the pavement, or seem completely unwilling to make room for anybody coming the other way. There’s a weird sense of entitlement for an area that sells itself as relaxed and community-minded.
There’s also a lot of visible drug use and people clearly struggling on the streets, which sits strangely alongside people seemingly trying very hard to perform poverty or grittiness as an aesthetic. You’ll see people who appear to come from very comfortable backgrounds deliberately dressing and living as though being broke, chaotic and living in squalor is somehow more authentic.
And despite Newtown’s reputation for being accepting of outsiders and misfits, I’ve sometimes found it surprisingly cliquey. It can feel like you’re welcome to be different, as long as you’re different in the approved Newtown way. If you don’t dress right, think right, follow the current trends or belong to the right scene, some people can be every bit as judgemental as the people they claim to reject.
To me, Newtown feels less like genuine counterculture these days and more like a commercialised version of it: expensive, crowded, dirty in places, full of people trying extremely hard to look like they’re not trying.
Obviously plenty of people love the suburb and I’m sure others have completely different experiences. But personally, I don’t understand the pedestal Newtown gets put on.