NO-MAN’S LAND WAY TOO BORING
I’VE never been a fan of I’m a Celebrity … Get Me Out of Here! but I’m a fan of Anthony Mundine.
I’m pretty sure you’d be hard pressed to find a sports writer who isn’t. We make our living by chasing headlines and wherever Mundine is, you don’t have to look hard to find one. Even if it’s in the jungle somewhere in South Africa.
When “The Man” decided he’d had enough of eating spiders and wrestling snakes, or whatever it is they do on the show, I saw one general news columnist describe him as “bottom-feeding scum”.
She must know him a lot better than me because I’ve always found him pleasant, polite, a gifted athlete and, above all, sensational copy.
Sure he has a tendency to put his mouth into gear before his brain is engaged. But as for being “scum”, he’s a non-drinker who turned down a lucrative sponsorship offer from a beer company because he felt it would send the wrong message to indigenous Australians, a generous benefactor to his extended family, and a positive role model to a segment of the community who can do with all the help they can get.
I would think there would be plenty of people sorry to see Mundine heading for the airport.
The producers and advertising sales staff for starters. Now that Bernard Tomic and Mundine have departed, who is everyone going to get wound up about?
They might have to change the name to “I’m Someone Most of You Have Never Heard Of … Please Let Me Stay Here As Long As I Can!”.
One clip I did see was when “The Man” said that he saw his role as hunting while it was the role of the women to cook. This was immediately decried as sexism.
Maybe, but when you’re stuck in the jungle I’m not sure it’s the time to be putting equality ahead of survival.
I know what I’d be saying if I was on that show and heard Mundine say he wanted to do my hunting for me.
“I’m Hungry … Get Me Some Food!”