I was born in Wahroonga. Attended school there. In the decades since, I have lived in and around the little village nestled beside the train station. It is a wealthy area with a perfectly warranted community expectation that public spaces will be kept immaculate. To that end, there was a period of time where Wahroonga station won award after award for its beautiful station (one of the last Australian garden stations in the state).

Being near the ‘Teal’ zone, Wahroonga has become a hopelessly virtue-signalling microcosm, with all the usual ‘we can save the planet’ nonsense creeping into the community (even...