So, I’m about to settle down and watch the real Hunger Games—Survivor. I know, I know. Bad choice, bread and circuses, and so on.
I haven’t read the Hunger Games, but I have read the basic outline of how the Hunger Games world works. Survivor is obviously preferable, because the people on it don’t die, but still scary in its realistic little way. In this world, people aren’t forced to compete for their life. Rather, they volunteer to undergo deprivation and humiliation in front of the cameras. It’s all for that cash prize, the chance to change their life. The message that I’ve seen communicated over the years of Survivor has been very clear: you have to be willing to do anything, and that’s *anything*, for that money. Whether that means playing so hard in a physical challenge that you injure yourself, voting your best friend off the island, whatever.
In fact, that has been one of the most interesting and puzzling things to me about shows like Survivor. They are supposedly meant to promote individuality and competition. But what I see emphasized instead is complete and utter obedience. Whatever the show producers want you to do, you do. This is also true for the less bloodthirsty shows. On America’s Next Top Model, the models are told to always do whatever will please the client. Any contestant who happens to have too strong of a personality or a different opinion about a project gets rebuked or kicked off.
So yeah, I get it. I’m being brainwashed by TV shows which tell us to do anything, to fight each other and demean ourselves, all for the chance at financial security. But of course, I’m going to go back to watch it. Because it’s just so easy to watch. It goes down so smooth, brain candy full of artificial flavoring and color.
Anyway, I hope Colton goes down in flames tonight. I hate that guy.
Spoiler P.S.: But I wasn’t wishing appendicitis on him!! Seriously.