In the quest to shock and
to titillate our bored senses, reality TV has pushed the envelope a tad further
with its newest show, “Naked and Afraid” on Discovery Channel. I don’t know
about you, just dreaming about being naked in public makes me wake up in a cold
sweat. Being naked with a total stranger of the opposite sex in a dangerous
environment for 3 weeks and in front of millions of viewers is enough to give
anybody a panic attack or worse, a heart attack.
A carefully selected
couple, perhaps someone with no inhibitions about nakedness and lacking the
component of fear is dropped in the middle of Africa, let’s say, Tanzania, on a
deserted island in the Pacific, or an island in Costa Rica or Panama. A male and a female must survive naked for 21
days, providing their own food, shelter, and water. Each “survivalist” has prior
experience in outdoor challenges in the U.S., comes with one chosen implement, and
a camera to film each other’s misery while the crew is at a distance, enjoying
the spoils of civilization, making sure that nobody dies.
The challenges include fighting
hypothermia, sun burn, proper shelter, proper nutrition, proper hydration,
fighting off predators, building a fire, maintaining it, keeping warm, keeping
clean, building tools to fish with, capturing animals and killing them for a
protein-rich meal, sending smoke signals, and building a raft that will withstand
flotation for two people in preparation for the escape to the much maligned civilization.
The producers rate the
Adam and Eve’s adaptation techniques and give them a score before and after the
show. I can understand the shock value in ratings and the interest to make
money on the part of the producers and the interest in ratings for the cable
channel. I am interested in the motivation of the participants in this odd
experiment.
It does not take a brain
surgeon to figure out that the naked explorers want their hour of fame,
publicity, possible future gigs, and a career in television. Perhaps some honestly want to challenge
themselves and their endurance, adaptability, survivability, and to earn bragging
rights to the world. I am not sure how much set up and editing goes on behind
the scenes, or how much of the time the two adventurers are actually totally
alone in the wilderness.
Could it be an insidious attempt
to indoctrinate people into the liberal mantra of “living simply,” getting us
used to live with less food, houses, cars, roads, land, medicine, doctors,
civilization in general, in an attempt to implement the environmental
preservation Shangri-La dreamed up for decades by environmental alarmists who
decry man-made bio-diversity destruction, and advocate for population
reduction, one of the tenets of Agenda 21?
The reality show appears
unnecessarily dangerous, nonsensical, and contrived at the same time. Take for
instance the case of the couple dropped in Tanzania. He does not figure out
that even the natives do not walk barefoot in areas overgrown with thorny
bushes and plants. He fashions sandals out of tree bark after a long thorn
embeds in the sole of his foot. Only the intervention of a doctor who stops the
show, drains his severely infected wound, and treats him with antibiotics, saves
him from certain death from septicemia.
Is the show meant to
portray men as the weaker of the two genders when faced with unusual
challenges? One very fair-skinned man suffered severe sun-burn from day one.
His olive-skinned partner was able to withstand the tropical sun’s punishing
rays much easier.
Do they work together in
spite of the nakedness and fear to overcome the dire circumstances? Did the
producers try to say that we, as a society, are too soft, fat, and civilized
and would thus be unable to compete or survive in the harsh environment that native
populations adapted to?
When the couple finishes
the ordeal and is picked up at an agreed location marked on a map, they are
weighed. Each participant loses anywhere from 18-40 pounds depending on their
arrival weight and their gender. What a torturous and unhealthy way to lose
weight fast! Protein deficient, dehydrated, sun-burned, infected, and bitten so
bad by sand flies that one participant looked like a pin cushion with swollen
feet the size of the Michelin Man, this seems to be a dangerous way to lose
weight. I can only hope that no tropical flies deposited eggs under their skin.
They may have some unpleasant parasites to deal with later.
I promise to stay away
from chocolate and lose weight, just in case someone decides to drop me off “naked
and afraid” on a tropical island paradise full of sand flies, malaria-carrying mosquitoes,
dangerous reptiles, and other poisonous critters.
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