The most interesting, non-game-specific element of last night's Survivor finale was, for a while, Ozzy's declaration of love for final-two finalist Amanda (and also, maybe, what appeared to be the lesbian love-confession of Natalie to winner Parvati, but I'm not sure whether I read Natalie's 'oh hey what are you like in bed' interrogation properly.) But only for a while. It got trumped, for me, by that whole baby thing.
I mean, how low into the depths of famewhorage does one (*cough*JONNYFAIRPLAY*cough*) have to descend before one decides to pimp out one's newborn baby for attention? Jonny Fairplay shamelessly begging Jeff Probst to justpleasegohugmybabyitwouldmakemyday was one of the least subtle attention-grabs that I think I've seen outside of Kathy Griffin's TV performances. Probst, to his credit, refused to bite and just ignored the request - which is to say, he actually refused to hug a baby and did not come off as the slightest bit morally suspect because, hey, Jonny Fairplay was pretty much doing the remote equivalent of dangling that baby over a balcony edge and daring Probst to ignore him. So Probst went up a few notches in my estimation.
Jonny Fairplay, though? Well, I would have said that he couldn't have sunk any further, but I would have been wrong.
His kid is doomed.
