New rules. There are four tribes, each with four people (until the merging starts). Young Men, Old Men, Young Women, Old Women. Unsurprisingly–to us sexist bastards, anyway–the Old Women spent a lot more time worrying about being designated as ‘old’ then the Old Men did. Which is fair, because the ‘old’ teams seem to be in their 40s and 50s, which isn’t exactly elderly or anything. Still, though.
However, as an indication that the Old Women weren’t keeping their eyes on the prize, it was spot on. They lost the immunity challenge tonight and went to tribal council. Of the four, one woman is a lumberjack with a strong work ethic and a lot of experience out of doors.
Another, in contrast, is noticably out of shape (admittedly, she’s much less fat than I am–that’s what I really meant by out of shape–but that doesn’t say much), who plainly hates the outdoors. At one point she was scared to gather up leaves (!) in case there was a bug or something under them.
Proving that they don’t get the game at all, they elected to kick out the sturdy, tough lumberjack. The team now consists of one fit woman, one chubby woman, and the fat woman who is scared to pick up leaves. Good luck getting that million bucks, ladies.
Meanwhile, on the young women’s team, one lady is a “flame dancer,” which apparently means nut. She freaked out when she found a dead sea turtle on the beach, and went on and on about how the turtle is a big Native American symbol. To counteract the bad mojo, she drew a big heart around it in the sand. (!!) Needless to say, I was rolling my eyes at this, but had to love another woman on the team, who in a private camera interview reacted by noting, “For Pete’s sake, it’s just a turtle.”
The young men are obviously the physically strongest, but I’m betting on the old men. They include two guys who are respectively an ex-fighter pilot and the other an ex-astronaut (!). Those aren’t guys who fold under pressure, and they don’t tend to let themselves go physically, either. However, one of the other old men is going through withdrawl from a twenty year, three pack a day ciggie habit. Plus, he’s kind of lazy. He’ll handicap them somewhat, but it’s always nice to have an obvious candidate to vote off.
Unless you decide not to. Again, good job, there, old ladies.
