Could you survive?

KKkitty wrote: »

I was just watching the new reality show on Channel 4 called The Island and it got me thinking that I couldn't survive on an island with limited tools to get food and even start a fire by rubbing sticks together. I'd wimp out at killing an animal to feed myself too. So AH could you survive under those conditions?

I could survive. I've watched Castaway .... and Gilligan's Island.

I would call my best friend on the island "O'Neill"

KKkitty wrote: »

I live in Carlow too but I love my home comforts too much.

Indoor toilets aren't that big a deal.

anncoates wrote: »

Indoor toilets aren't that big a deal.

I should have changed those stupid locks and make you leave the key

As long as you have some Mirukuru you'll be fine.

Did anyone hear of the Dutch Survivor show in the 2009 season, male island vs female island, the show was a disaster and the concept was changed midway because of the events that occured, but it was a telling social experiment that has never been repeated

This very interesting article, below, was originally posted on Reddit. However, I came across it on another forum I frequent. Would have loved to credit the OP.

Enjoy:


"Quite a few years ago, I had the pleasure of watching the Dutch version of Survivor with my feminist roommate. That particular series of Dutch Survivor would have two islands, one populated by men and one populated by women.

The feminist roommate had been promoting that particular series to me and the other students in the house for weeks because it would show us, according to her, what a society run by women - free from the evils of Patriarchy – would be like.

And it did. Oh it did.

Here is what happened: Initially both groups were dropped on their respective islands, given some supplies to get started and left to fend for themselves. In both groups there was some initial squabbling as people tried to figure out a local hierarchy.

The men pretty much did whatever they felt was necessary – there was no leader giving orders. Men who felt like hunting, foraging or fishing did so. Another guy decided he was fed up with sitting on sand and started making benches. Others built a hut that gradually grew and evolved. Another guy cooked every night. Within days a neat little civilization was thriving, each day being slightly more prosperous than the previous one.

The women settled into a routine as well. The hung up a clothesline to dry their towels, then proceeded to sunbathe and squabble. Because unlike men, women were unable to do anything without consensus of the whole group. And because it was a group of at least a dozen women, consensus was never reached.

During the next few episodes, the women ate all their initial supplies, got drenched by tropical storms several times, were eaten alive by sand fleas and were generally miserable. The men on the other hand, were quite content. There were disagreements of course, but they were generally resolved.

Watching this with my feminist roommate was wonderful. Initially she tried to rationalize the differences, but her arguments became weaker and weaker. Eventually, the people running the program decided something had to change. In order to help the women out, three men would be selected to go to their island. In return, three women would take their place at the men’s island.

The look on my feminist roommates face during this episode was priceless.

Initially, the three men selected for the women’s island were ecstatic, for obvious reason. But then they arrived at the island and were greeted by the women. ‘Where is your hut?’,they asked. ‘We have no hut’ ‘Where are your supplies?’ they asked, dismayed ‘We ate all the rice’ And so on.

The three men ended up working like dogs, using all the skills developed by trial and error in their first few weeks – building a hut, fish, trying to get the women to forage. The women continued to dam and sunbathe.

The three women who were sent to the men’s island were delighted – food, shelter and plenty of male attention was freely available.They too continued to sunbathe.

And that my friends, is what Patriarchy is. My former roommate is no longer a feminist."




I laughed