I admit it freely and without shame: I love Survivor
. Have since partway through the first season, when my then-boss' enthusiasm (read: ranting) inspired me to tune in. Within minutes I was hooked and threatening to vote one of my roommates off the island. I find the psychology of it utterly fascinating. I remain totally addicted. I've backed out of memorial services to watch it (shame! shame!) and fast-talked skeptical friends into viewing it whether they wanted to or not. Most academics and more-intellectual-than-thou types look down on me for my unabashed adoration of this "silly" little show, but hey, it's not the first time. (Some of my profs still can't believe I actually read and even review romance novels
. But I digress.)
Everyone knows that part of the charm of Survivor is the bad guys you love to hate. Jerri. Richard. But this cast sure overdid it. Between the Gen-Xers from Hell, the bitchy older generation, Clarence the cherry-napper, and Tom the redneck/Grand Wizard, there's not a whole lot to go on. In my opinion, part of the fun is also rooting for the good guys, the ones you identify with. Who wouldn't love to have a mom like Gretchen (who has cashed in on her fame to raise money for charity), a grandpa like Rodger, shopping buddies like Elisabeth and Colleen? Not many of those in this cast.
However, there is the incomparable Lex
. Lex is smart, calm, resourceful, and nice. He's also my first Survivor crush.
Lex and I are going to have beautiful babies. They'll have my brown eyes... and his blue hair.