I just watched the last bit of some survival show on TV, it might have been Naked and Afraid. They were both wearing enough clothes to cover their naughty bits but, like I said, I tuned in a bit late.
I like these shows a lot. My favorite is the one with the Hippie dude who goes everywhere barefoot, which is a little bit insane, but very impressive, too.
Of course, you have to keep in mind the difference between reality TV and actual reality. You see these people talking about how they could starve if they don’t find food, or how they could be eaten by animals if they sleep in the wrong spot, or how, oh, how are they going to make their way down this solid rock face to the beach, but you know the camera crew has some sandwiches in the van, probably a high powered rifle in case the bear actually gets too close, and no matter how steep that cliff face, they’ve got to climb down it right behind the stars, so they can get that shot.
That’s not to take away from the survivalists. I admire what they’re doing, as they eat bugs, make fire and build shelters. I enjoy the beautiful scenery, but I don’t have to go hungry. I watch them lance blisters on their swollen feet, but I don’t feel the pain.
I guess what I’m saying is that I enjoy these shows not because I’m a particularly adventurous type – I’m not – but because I can sit back on my couch, after a big meal, light up a big, fat joint and be glad I’m NOT there.