The outback can be a very spiritual place. It has a vast and deadly beauty that can trap you in more ways than the obvious. Although our girls were born and bred in captivity, they now seem to be less shy of the realities of the natural world. Last night the remaining girls started to get in touch with their black roots. They also met some Aborigines.
Part three from the Bronzed Aussie post
We have never been given any indication of the girls professions, not that they probably need to work. You get the feeling that people just give them money and giggle in a childish fashion. But last night I got the definite impression that some of them were yellow cab drivers, a species which, if it were introduced to the outback, would make the cane toad look like Mother Theresa. One of them did manage to find the only tree for miles and run into it, but that just shows a certain talent.
Finding wildlife in need of a hero seems to be Jack's forte, the bane of the girls existence and gives the impression that in an area where running water and communication devices are thin on the ground, animal sanctuaries abound waiting for musclebound men to gallantly deliver the less fortunate of our reptilian and marsupial brethren to be treated by gruff bearded but big hearted Aussies, (and some of them are men) and then petted by either Japanese tourists or swim suit models out for a jaunt. A fair sized green Python was last nights charity case, and the girls got the opportunity to wear snakeskin while it was still on the snake. When they reached the animal shelter, Jack went off for a chat with the guy running it, opening the way for JD's first appearance of the evening.
There's nothing like a show with a good twist, and this is nothing like a show with a good twist. Hands up who didn't see the "girls get to vote off one of their own" scenario coming. If you raised your hand then you qualify to enter the next reality game show. The moment that JD told the girls of the plan the demeanor of the whole group went to looking as though they had lost a collective nail. Survival instinct kicked in and they immediately turned on Marissa who was doing better with Jack than the others. Like a pantomime I wanted to call out, "Don't get bitchy girls, you know she's gonna get another chance".
Jack likes to do two things. Tell the camera that it's really about time he got to know the girls, and cry. I must say that his attempt last night to do the first of those things was brilliant. Take a bunch of girls in desperate need of a shower and shave to a secluded natural spring and give them all soap, shampoo, razors, creams and mud. Then just stand there and grin. Bugger the environmental impact of the soap and shampoo, not to mention the leg hair. Six bikini clad women performing ablutions in Gods Jacuzzi is a fantastic way to get to know someone. Jack then took each of them aside where he was held, stroked, sat on and had his tonsils cleaned by the girls just to show they cared. Jack telling Adrienne that her being spiritual was "up there" and "huge", and that it made her a "top Sheila" was one of the more special and intimate moments.
The afore mentioned Indigenous Australians were gladly realistic in their appearance. They didn't look as though they had been made up for the benefit of the US viewer, but I did get the feeling that they were being introduced in a way that the Native Americans would know only too well, as a curiosity bordering on stereotype. The girls reacted to them with a little fear I think. Mary, who had spent the time in camp ruminating on the plight of women who have to do their own nail polish, apparently felt immediately at home with the Aborigines, "because I'm a dancer and can totally relate". The ritual dance and cleansing over, the girls were tested by the Elders as to their suitability to Jack. This very special process depended almost entirely on which of them could humiliate themselves the most by attempting to perform a native dance. Mary proved her dancing qualifications easily. She has none, but her sense of comedy is honed to a razor edge, whether she know it or not. She won the dance off, the amulet and immunity, but left the last of her dignity under the star filled sky.
The tears when Marissa was voted off were plentiful. I have a feeling they will be more sincere on her return.
P.S. Jack, if you don't want Courtney, can I have her?