Finally watching my honey’s Survivor episodes
Before my first date with my S.O. some years ago, I looked up his season of Survivor on Wikipedia. Although I’d teased him for participating before the season aired and never bothered watching, I wanted to know a little bit about that part of his life.
Wikipedia described his season as the least popular one ever because of what fans perceived as some pretty gross inequities between the teams. I waved that off at the time, calling it “just a game.”
But, oh man.
The season was finally made available for purchase recently, and I bought it. I’ve watched a couple of episodes and it really is horrible to watch. Basically, one team got shelter, food, utensils and fire for winning the first challenge. The other team got nothing. The show pans between shots of well fed, well rested people lounging . . . and shots of the other team’s members desperately seeking food and licking leaves for water because they are so massively dehydrated. It’s painful just to see the signs of their misery, like their rapid weight loss and totally parched lips, the same as it is to see those signs in anyone else anywhere else. It wouldn’t have been so shocking if both teams were subjected to like conditions, but the contrast makes it startling and horrifying.
Unsurprisingly, the well rested, well fed team won the second challenge. I think exactly no one was shocked and/or awed by that. It’s like pitting preschoolers against fifth graders in a shot put competition.
You might get some surprising victories there, but mostly, no one’s gonna be surprised when the fifth graders steal the victory. And while it might just be a game, inequity riles me up anywhere. If you’ve read my blog before, you know this about me.
On the bright side, it’s hard not to be tickled by my son’s delight at seeing his papa on the television. That part’s totally sweet.