My name is Rick and I would like to channel my current frustration by writing out this unnecessarily long essay on my experiences in Australia. As you might've guessed, they've generally been negative - especially with regards to meeting decent women.
First of all, I was born in 1989 in a small country town - moved to Brisbane in 1993 and since then have generally undergone all sorts of frustration and abuse - emotional, verbal, psychological and sometimes even physical. So as you can understand, whilst I support Australian sports teams, it is quite difficult for me to think highly of my experiences here. My family has been wonderful, but I've had far too many failures here and too few success stories - which is why the idea of travelling, living overseas or at least finding a decent human being from overseas that I can be proud to call my wife seems appealing to me. As it stands, I have no real genetic stake in this society and have nothing to forward to ahead here but days of drudgery at some job I'll eventually tire of, whilst being expected to support a veritable crowd of ne'er do wells (more on this later), with material goods as my only 'reward'. Most hilariously, I've been told by many that this is something I should look forward to - just for the 'privilege' of earning my own money! That seems to be a very typical Anglo attitude (FTR, I'm only part-Anglo and was raised with values quite different to the typical Australian's). It has always struck me as strange that Anglo's generally enjoy or at least tolerate working for said material goods - if you have to fill your heart with toys, then there is something wrong. Well, Australians are generally renowned for their athletic prowess and their love of the outdoors. Sadly, I've been reminded all too often of my ineptitude at sports in general, whilst I've never really been cut out for the outdoors.
Basically, all I have to look forward to are work and toys. I will work to support myself (as I must), but as I've found out already, hard work does not necessarily bring the desired rewards. Just as often, ineptitude will if the boss happens to like you. I don't see earning money as a privilege and only do so because I have to, not for some perverse thrill.
I don't know whether the non-Australian guys here have heard about Australia's (mis)adventures at Galipoli or the Somme, but those battles, costly though they were, supposedly epitomised the traditional Australian values of mateship and courage under fire. Unfortunately, I think that those traits have been marginalised. I believe that Australian culture has become little more than American culture with a few superficial Australian icons (like Akubra hats and kangaroos) and what little of Aboriginal culture has permeated Australia's collective conscience. Backstabbing prevails and most friendships fall apart from lack of contact - the onus has fallen on me to try to maintain them with my own friends from high school (which makes me question my character, but never mind).
I also have Asperger's Syndrome, which has affected my experiences, usually for the worse. I am almost certain that I would've been abused less and that my life in general would be less frustrating had it not been for AS. I've never been able to fulfill my potential here, for some reason (though I have been close to doing so at times and I have often tried my heart out for little gain). AS brings with it a list of ailments - poor social skills, lousy gross motor skills, self-esteem issues, societal transience (in many cases) and a lack of understanding and empathy from most others. If it had not been for my family's love and support, this condition would have led to me killing myself (not that I haven't already tried, albeit half-heartedly).
Now to speak about the main cause of my frustration with this country - Australian women.

The majority are simply Anglobitches. Basically, they're almost as bad as American women in my book. I know that they are less psychotic and slightly less paranoid (although still reluctant to talk in many cases), but that's hardly cause for praise. Here is why:
1) Unpredictable - friendly one day, cold as ice the next
2) Bigoted - will dismiss you for being 'weird', even if you are polite and courteous
3) Elitist - If they have a reason to, they will talk down to you - for being not as intelligent or simply not as well off
4) Exploitative - you're only valuable if you can be used for something - which is remarkably sociopathic thinking, come to think of it
5) Shallow - generally, I have to start and carry conversations with them - they never approach you off-hand and never have anything to talk about at all
6) Rude - might slap you if you say something they don't like or coldly blow you off (see unpredictable)
7) Confusing - will often stare at you, but that's not necessarily a sign that they like you (has happened to me many times)
8 ) Materialistic - they love their cars and their mobile phones!

9) Selfish - enough to make already horribly flawed individuals like myself resemble Mother Teresa
10) Anti-family - abortion is an issue - they also disdain guys who are close to their families (like myself)
In the broadest sense, they like sociopathic delinquent types (i.e - ne'er do wells), swaggering plutocrats (as Rookh Kshatriya put it) and big, muscular jock-type blokes for relationships. I am reasonably tall (at least 183cm or 6 ft) and reasonably well built, but I fit none of those categories, plus I'm 'weird'. I do get stared at, though (see above).
At times in the past, their rejection of me has made me feel inadequate and has led to me questioning my own character. This was reinforced by most people around me, due to Anglo cultures tending to instinctively defend women. It is only recently that I've realised that it is not entirely my fault that I've missed the chance for relationships with these women - although some would argue that I've not missed much at all and I think I agree. Still, this realisation has aroused mixed feelings, because I still feel annoyed that it has to be this way. Anglo feminism (the most pernicious of all) has f***ed up so many lives.
Note that I am talking about Anglo-Saxon/Anglo-Celtic women who were raised in Australia. I'm NOT talking about the Chinese girls that I've encountered (who've generally been much nicer to me and actually treated me like a human being), nor the Australian-accented Asian girls raised in non-Anglo cultures like my own. They alone have compelled me to look overseas for a decent woman if I ever have the opportunity - demographics are very much against me here as it stands.
I also appreciate that there are exceptions to the above, as there are anywhere. I'm talking about the majority of the Anglo women I've encountered.
Well, sorry for my elongated whinge, but I had to get that off my chest. It's good to be here.

UPDATE (26/10/2011): I've changed my mind on Australian-accented Chinese girls after encountering non-Anglo girls frequently both online and in person. Next to actual FW, Australian-raised Chinese (or Australian-raised girls of foreign descent generally) don't seem much different from Anglo-Celtic types. Certainly, they too often seem to like similar guys, only said guys seem more submissive and less sociopathic. They still come off as insecure over-compensators though (quite a few jock types hide their insecurities under their physiques).