One thing you can be sure of with fluffy wuffies: they'll always wanna have it both ways.
Take Aboriginal activist Mick Dodson. Immediately after being named Australian of the Year, he had the temerity to suggest that the date for Australia Day be changed.
If he saw no value in the day itself, then why did he accept the award? Couldn't he have shown some balls and just said "no"? What a bloody hypocrite.
It was an amazingly rude and graceless act that's reminiscent of Dr Jocelyn Scutt's semi-acceptance of her Order of Australia back in 1996. The pettifogging feminist found the award's royal associations repugnant since she's an arch anti-monarchist. But she still accepted it on condition that it be held in trust until the nation's first president could present it to her.
The sheer brazen gall of such a demand is just breathtaking, ain't it? (Somewhat disturbingly, Malcolm Turnbull supported her stance at the time.)
While she had scruples about accepting an award from a democratic nation, she was more than happy to accept a gig in a thuggish, militaristic regime.