“I’m not here to fuck spiders”.
I have not heard anyone say this outside Australia and don’t know the origin of this expression. I first heard it from the bloated lips of a drunk workmate of my old man at some kind of Christmas BBQ and it made a great impression on me. I revered this man as a great poet and thought often of what he meant by fucking spiders, and these reveries gave me a great sense of having been initiated into adulthood because they were private and perverted and I had nobody to share them with.
Many years later I heard someone say “we’re not here to fuck spiders” and my first instinct was a kind of mental breakdown because I was immediately attempting to connect this person to the Christmas BBQ of my youth, which was impossible, and then I thought they must have met the man who did not fuck spiders or somehow known him and borrowed his unique expression, but this was also impossible, and when it occurred to me that the man of my childhood using this ex…
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