Survivor Amazon…
I love Survivor, although not necessary as much as I used to, and I’m just as much a testosterone-infested, perhaps overly confident male as the next. But I wouldn’t want to be stuck on the guy’s tribe on Survivor Amazon.
The first ten seconds of the show likely painted the unfortunate picture of the season. It was filled with chest-pumping posturing, a vain attempt to assert themselves as the dominant sex. Frankly, as a man, I was ashamed.
I am very conscious of both the equality and the inequality of the sexes, and project a loud voice when the sexual barriers are not broken — on or from either side. I take equal offense when women are discriminated against as I do men, often enough to sit back and really take notice of the happenings within the norms of society. But there’s nothing normal about Survivor, is there?
Manly grunts. Guys pumped up to outplay, outwit, and outlast. Or perhaps just complete idiots so concentrated on puffing themselves up that they can’t solve a simple puzzle or walk along a balance beam without falling off?! Please!
Kick ášš, girls! Oh, and… Schwing!! Rarr!
