Survivorman is a show my thirteen year-old son recently started watching. He likes it better than Man vs. Wild because the star of the show, Les Stroud, is alone (vs. hanging out with a camera-man). I decided to watch a bit to get a sense of what I might ridicule.
This guy is constantly whining about staying safe and how he’s going to get horrible blisters and how many people died right where he was standing from a den of black widow spiders. The list goes on and on, allowing me to conceive of several variations on the original show:
[Hipster/existentialist version] “We All Die.”
[Hispanic Version] “¡Dios Mio, Cuán Horrible!
[Jewish Verson] “Oy Vey.”
My son told me the show has been on for awhile, but the dude (Les Stroud) took a few years off at one point. I asked, “So, where was he? Locked in his bathroom? They could have kept on filming and called it ‘Survivorman: The Agoraphobia Years‘.”