On my walk home tonight/today/whatever you want to call pitch blackness at 7:00 PM I saw a pizza delivery boy. He got out of his beat down vehicle (I desperately need my license) and went to deliver the pizza to a welcoming home. I smelled the Papa Johns pizza (that I don’t care that much for) and it smelled pretty decent. Then I caught the smell of some pork product and it turned me off of the pizza. After that I wondered what would happen if I were trapped on an island and all I could eat was pork product pizza. I’d be like Lisa on that episode of the Simpsons when they found a boar and ate it, but she was vegetarian and had to lick slime off of a rock. That amused me for a little while and then my mind slowly drifted to the concept of being trapped on a desert island. That is when Gilligan’s Island popped into my head.
I love that show. It is amazing. But there are several things I find wrong with the show. No, not the distinct lack of Black people (lots of shows were good back then that had no Black people…much like the first two seasons of OTH…ASHLYN!), but just the questions in the show that no one (I) asked. So here goes, what is wrong with Gilligan’s Island.
Gilligan: Why did he survive until the end of the series? I mean besides the fact that his name was in the title of the show. He definitely should have been beaten and locked in a cage for how many times he screwed up their opportunities to get off of the island. The only logical thing that makes sense is that he screwed this up on purpose in hopes of losing his virginity while on the island because in the real world he was too much of a screw up to trick some unsuspecting female into dropping them drawz. Well…that and myspace hadn’t been invented yet.
The Skipper: Why was he still fat (I swear in one season he was actually fatter) if he was on an island where the only thing he ate was coconut products and fruit? That doesn’t make sense. He was on a desert island and it seemed like he was on a dessert island. I’m fat, if I went to an island with nothing to eat but organic all natural products I would stake my best friend’s first born son on my fat behind losing massive amounts of weight and having my beard become even more magnificent.

FIGURE 51.1: What I would look like if I was on a desert island.
Thurston Howell III and gold-digging wife: These people were just obnoxious douchebags. It was like if they came from an elitist society where he was born into money and she slept her way into money. Anyway, all they did was talk about how they were rich and count their money on the island. I find it funny that all those suitcases of money that they had were useless because they were on an island that hadn’t been turned into a luxury resort (during the original run of the series pre-the made for TV movies.) Their suitcases full of money were reminiscent of the value that the American dollar is in relation to other superpower currency. Also, I found it odd that a rich old White guy was on a three hour tour with a female that was his actual wife. In real life, that crap wouldn’t have gone down. Thurston would have been plowing through a plethora of snowbunnies (and a few coco puffs to cure that itch I know he had from the stories of his slave owning grand pappy.)

FIGURE 51.2: The person he would have been with in real life…had she been alive.
The Professor: This guy was like friggin’ MacGyver, except he wasn’t because my dude RDA would have figured out a way off that floating dirt mound…or he would have called Col. Carter to help him out a little bit. But aside from the Stargate references, what did the professor profess? Was he a professor of nuclear physics? Of chemistry? Of biology? Because he has displayed a mastery of all of the above. Maybe the professor was just some douchebag that had a lot of books at his disposal and really wasn’t a professor of anything. Seriously though, that guy was smart. Those douches on the trip were lucky to have a thinker of his caliber on that cursed boat. Imagine if some hippie that wanted to see the ocean had bought his ticket before the professor. Odds are that hippie guy probably would have been a graduate student in a social science like Sociology. Can you imagine if the professor tried to ‘help’ the others on the island with a BA in Sociology?
“Hey professor, why am I getting scurvy?”
“Oh, that’s easy Gilligan, it has to do with the strain that society has placed upon your shoulders.”
“Wow, professor, that sounds like a crock of crap,”
“No, it isn’t. Durkheim feels than anomie affects everyone in a society where the division of labor isn’t as it should be.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should do my chores this week”
“Hey professor…”
“What Gilligan”
“Lick my balls”.
Ginger vs. Mary Ann: Mary Ann wins. Ginger was a red headed slut with barely any body shape and a very pale face. She was high maintanence and had a diva like attitude. It would be like dating Beyonce except without having a rich, famous, and attractive girlfriend. I mean staying on the island would be enough to force you to want to give it to Ginger, but that’s pretty much it. Mary Ann on the other hand was down to earth, nicer, could cook, was tanned AND thick, and wore better clothes. I’d let Mary Ann bare some of my mullato children. Every man on that island was dumb as crap for not trying to get with her. Plus from one of the episodes I remember she was single BEFORE the island. Dudes are dumb.
And thus concludes my three hour ramble.



