Emma Sharpe

I can’t pinpoint exactly when Survivor went off the rails — and I say that as someone still yelling at my TV like this show didn’t shape my personality. Was it when they ran out of theme concepts and greenlit a season called “Heroes Vs. Healers Vs. Hustlers?” Was it when they started solely casting crybaby dweebs who sleep in Survivor sheets, eliminating any compelling conflict or rootable personalities?

I can’t pinpoint exactly when Survivor went off the rails — and I say that as someone still yelling at my TV like this show didn’t shape my personality. Was it when they ran out of theme concepts and greenlit a season called “Heroes Vs. Healers Vs. Hustlers?” Was it when they started solely casting crybaby dweebs who sleep in Survivor sheets, eliminating any compelling conflict or rootable personalities?

Turning 28 means a handful of things — not being the youngest person in the room anymore. The transitional mayhem of your Saturn Return. Accidentally flipping your camera to front-facing and suddenly panicking, “Should I get Botox?!” That third question has become especially preoccupying for me.