What One Makeup Item Would You Wrestle a Rat For? PART ONE
Day
1: I can hardly believe I am here. Me, Mindy Lovegrove,
administrative assistant to a busy neurologist. Halfway across
the world from my hometown of Wannabee
Falls, Minnesota. On Uneeda Island, competing with 15 other
normal Americans for a million dollars. I am on Survivor!
I
am writing this on some really big palm leaves with my Precious
Rose Luscious Lipliner. It will serve as a chronicle of my
39 days on this island. My journey to
wealth and fame.
Just
getting here was an adventure. After being flown to the port
of Burgoo, we were divided into two tribes and taken by boat
to the island. We had to swim ashore
through shark-infested waters, towing our gear with a rope
between our teeth. A few people were stung by jellyfish and
twitched uncontrollably for a while, but that didn't stop
them from being obnoxious.
Day
2: My tribe is called Chi Hua Hua. We are the young, fun
tribe, except for this guy Malburn who looks about 40. The
other tribe is called Hai Karate.
They
are the old fogeys. As soon as they got ashore they started
building a shelter, if you can imagine. We, on the other hand,
ate most of our rations and danced
and slept on the beach.
Day
3: I got off to a good start with my tribe by using the
high-gloss polish on my fingernails to reflect sunlight so
we could start a fire. Fire is our friend in the wilderness.
Today
we won the first immunity challenge. That is where the tribes
compete and the losing tribe has to vote one of its members
off the island. The winning tribe gets immunity from having
to vote somebody off.
It
was a grueling battle in which we shot rubber bands and blew
straw wrappers at each other. We heard later that Hai Karates
voted off a Bobblehead marketer
named Cherrie from Guttersnipe, Texas. One down and 14 to
go.
Day
4: People say you need a strategy to win on Survivor.
Mine is my makeup. Each of us could bring one luxury item.
My makeup bag is mine. It speaks of innumerable
afternoons at makeup counters in upscale department stores,
trying, discarding, and trying again. Of questions burned
into my soul:
How
could I live without my long, luscious lashes or barely-there
lip gloss?
I
must have a foundation with sunscreen for my combination
complexion.
What
makeup looks best by tiki torchlight?
The
look I chose is sexy but competent. Minimalist but ravishing.
But I will be adaptable. That is a key to winning on Survivor.
Day
5: Let me describe my tribe members to you. Malburn raises
hogs in Tussleruff, West Virginia. Vendetta is a big woman
from Washington, D.C., who works
in a life insurance office. Chaz is a lifeguard from Los Angeles,
a real hottie. Serendipity has taken a semester off from channeling
and radio psychic school
in Zenobia, Wisconsin. Lafe is a rodeo clown from Twin Peaks.
Sylvia
is a tall, slim woman with gorgeous dark hair from Boca Raton.
She sells designer wrapping paper and napkins. Fabian is a
failed e-commerce guru who sells
fondue from a street cart in New York City. He is attempting
to make himself indispensable by cooking all our meals. Coconut
fondue, taro root fondue, seaweed
fondue.
Day
6: Today's immunity challenge was a scavenger hunt through
a toxic waste dump left by retreating American soldiers. It
was another easy win for Chi Hua
Hua. The Hai Karates got all het up and some of them even
refused to enter the dump.
We
learned later that the HKs booted a designer of toys for children's
fast-food meals. I thought it would be the Author. His luxury
item is a tattered copy of some
book called The Sun Also Rises by Vernon (?) Hemingway.
He says he got it from his father on his deathbed and has
treasured it all his life and that it was
his inspiration for becoming a writer. He is always spouting
off quotes from this guy Hemingway. I can tell he is alienating
his tribe, even though he's very good
at killing stuff.
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