With Apologies to my sterling friend C. whose friendship I value above rubies.....
Okay, I did it. I fell for it. I watched it. And now I feel dirty.
I watched the season finale of Survivor.
I decided to watch because my friend C. was over here one evening a couple of weeks ago and we watched an episode together. She explained a few things to me about the characters, and the ins and outs of what was going on. So I thought, what the heck, I'll watch the last show...
Oh boy. These people drive me crazy! The manipulation of the producers drives me crazy. Some of the dumb challenges drive me crazy. (Stand on a post with your hand on an idol for over two hours?) Come ON! Can't they think of something better than that? Alliances? You must be joking! I'd as soon make an alliance with an Ork as with some of these people. Plus having to look at emaciated, flea bitten, barely clothed people chopping up green bananas, and whining to cameramen in the jungle... well, it's just TOO ridiculous!
And just when I want Rob's head on a stick, that one girl votes Rupert off the island?WHAT was she thinking??? One of two things is happening here. Either they all have been bitten by tsetse flies and have jungle fever, or the producers are paying them under the table to do annoying things to make me crazy. It's a conspiracy! ( In the Tswana language, where the tsetse lives, the word for it is: Meshugge! )
Anyway, after the Tribal council from hell, where everything from thwarted motherly love, to goat castration was brought out, in true dysfunctional family style, we are whisked to Madison Square Garden where old Rob proposes to make his alliance permanent with what's her name. When they got to the group therapy session after that, I had to leave, I was feeling nauseous. (It must have been those green bananas.)
What's particularly sad is that when I heard about the very first Survivor program, I mistakenly thought that it would be about people cooperating in order to survive some difficult outdoor ordeal. I thought that sounded intriguing. How wrong I was.
I forgot that it was being produced by idiots. Something I don't intend to let slip from my consciousness ever again.
In the meantime, my only consolation is that Rob didn't win, and he will forever live with the knowledge that he had to marry into money.
Mazal Tov!