“Survivor … we have to talk.”
“I’m just not that into you anymore.”
I must admit that while we aren’t TV addicts in our house, we do like to follow a few shows. After many seasons, I think it’s time to say goodbye to Survivor. It’s been going that way for a while and last week when we caught the latest episode of this year’s Survivor South Pacific, the deal was done. Granted, I was happy to see Ozzy because he’s just so cute and he won our hearts in his first season when he was basically a dolphin.
But the DRAMA! How do they have so much time to cry, scheme, rant, whine, lie to each other and show off their tattoos? Aren’t they supposed to be building leaky huts, rubbing sticks together and eating ants?
And, for all that is holey and dingy, give these people their swimsuits! My poor eyes! I can’t imagine any person wants to see people running around in their grubby undies! Let them wear their suits.
Helpful hint to the Survivor girls: Pick a suit you can compete in. And I don’t mean compete ‘for’ the guys but ‘with’ the guys.
Come on, where’s the Girl Power?
Girls, pick a suit you can crawl around in and scale a totem pole without anyone knowing if you’ve waxed or not.
Alas, I fear my advice will fall on deaf ears and my corneas just can’t take any more saggy drawers. Sorry Ozzy, please forgive me, but my heart now belongs to Dexter!