SURVIVOR AND WHY JEFF WON'T SEE ME IN MY UNDERWEAR



So, I’m on that boat with all the contestants for the new season of Survivor called “Fifty Something & Fabulous.”

The cameras angle in on us, we’re fully clothed and it’s time to jump into the ocean and swim to our island home.

I call Jeff (the handsome and really clean host – so clean you smell him through your screen and he smells like Downy Fabric Softener with a touch of Lavender) over and I say,

“Hey Jeff – there is no way I am jumping off this boat. My clothes are going to get all wet and then you are going to take them away and expect me to walk around in my underwear and sports bra and that just won't be fair to anyone.



                 This is me wearing my buff as a scarf instead of a bra because a buff will not hold up my 'Mary Sues" and because I'm fabulous!

What do you do with all of our clothes anyway? Is there a strip search upon arrival? Is this an audition for “Naked and Afraid” (Dear reader if you have not seen that show yet, well you are in for quite the treat)?

Also, I need to make a food request. You see I can’t do the whole coconut thing because I had an abscess over my fourth left upper tooth. I was at work and I had some food caught there – probably a Dorito - maybe the sour cream and dill – anyway it was really bothering me and there was no way I was going to leave it there all day.

I didn’t have any floss or a dental pick so I improvised with one of those twist ties they give you when you go get bagels (or they forget to give to you and then you get home and you’re like “Where’s the twist tie? – dammit they forgot the twist tie – then you realize they forgot the long freezer bag to put the bagels in and that’s just so much worse). 

Yeah so, the one I had was covered in a rubber casing as opposed to the paper casing. I mean I’m no fool, I would not stick a paper twist tie in between my teeth because the paper would fall off.

So, I proceed with the rubber casing twist tie and it works! I do feel a slight piercing but I doubt it’s anything serious.

Anyway Jeff – about 2 weeks later, I feel this swelling pain on the gum on top of that fourth left tooth and I go to check it in the mirror but I don’t own an actual mirror (evident). I just have the one in the bathroom that came with the apartment and it’s too high so I need a step stool and well it’s just not worth looking.

The next day the pain is worse so I decide to visit a dentist.

Turns out I have an abscess (well you know that already) and when they take an x-ray – they see what looks like a tiny piece of metal.

Yeah turns out the twist tie wasn’t so solid after all even though I was careful to use one with a rubber surrounding.

So back to the coconut – yeah I can’t eat that because after paying my dentist $400 (and I didn’t even get a mini set of a toothbrush and tooth paste and that’s at least half of the reason to go to the dentist), she tells me not to eat coconut because the slices are sharp and a piece can get lodged in the gum and cause another abscess. 

She also suggests I use the twist ties to close bags.

Also, I don’t want to be damp all the time. I don’t want to be covered in sweat or ocean salt water or tropical rain. I want to stay dry. 

Why isn’t anyone on Survivor ever dry? And how come someone who had no clothing suddenly has a blazer and fedora to wear to tribal council? Is there a hip retro shop on the island?

As far as sleeping goes – the present arrangements are not going to suffice. I need a bed and a pillow and I can’t sleep with anyone who snores. I fully support those couples who sleep in separate beds/rooms. It doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. It doesn’t mean they don’t have sex. 

It means one of them says to the other, "You snore!" and the other says "I do not snore - you snore!" Truth is they both snore.

And how come you never show the heads on those headless people who are in awesome shape and do the demo of the challenge? Who are those people? Where do they stay? Do they get an air mattress? Do they eat coconut? What dentist do they go to? Do they have toilet paper and a toilet I can borrow?

Jeff, the truth is, I don’t think I am going to make it to the end. I mean I’m on the boat – everyone else has already jumped into the ocean.

Also, none of this is really happening because it is completely fabricated but with good intention – that being… what if there was a Survivor for 50+?

What if we got to wear clothing?

What if we slept at a hotel and finally got to see the faces of those people that do the demos of the challenges? 


What if we could eat whatever we wanted and all the fees were waived for the mini bar? How about a Cronut (Croissant meets Donut = Delicious).


What if room service brought us pina coladas with umbrellas and margaritas and Jimmy Buffet's lost shaker of salt? 


What if we arrived at a challenge (post brunch - bagel, lox and cream cheese) and Jeff said - "Today's challenge is to be kind to one another. Each of you will be sharing something about yourselves - perhaps something painful; something that caused the ground beneath you to crumble. Everyone listens - no one judges."


What if we split the 1 million (and what if I capped it off at 4 contestants)?

And most importantly, what if we never had to see eachother in our underwear? 





PS: The Tribe has spoken. Your flame is out. You vanish into the deep, dark jungle where you remove your pants and swing from the vines in your underwear. 

Because...You're Fabulous, you're 50.... and you really don't give a Cronut!






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