August 2007
When the truth behind the star of Man vs. Wild – Bear Grylls- came out, I found myself feeling disappointed and betrayed by yet another man who I trusted, loved, and admired. How could I have been so naive? As he faced the perils of mother nature (by his own volition, mind you) I supported and encouraged him unconditionally. I trusted Bear wholeheartedly – even defended him to my cynical friends. In the end, I ended up with egg (or larvae, in this case) on my face. Turns out my fallen hero Bear was shacking up in hotel rooms while I thought he was seeking shelter in a makeshift snow cave with nothing but a flint! And here I go again…searching for new t.v. programming I can embrace. On another note – I’m once again single (unwillingly) and embarking on my own perilous adventure into the dating world. Woman vs. Date.
Disclaimer: This site is by no means a place for man-bashing. Rather, a carthartic way of dealing with Cupid the Bastard’s cruel game otherwise known as my love life.
