Did you watch Gilligan’s Island when you were young(er)?
As a kid, I didn’t catch on to the ridiculous-ness (my made-up word, y’all) of the whole three-hour tour story. I simply enjoyed the silly humor of Gilligan and the entire gang. I was hooked on watching the show and being entertained by the characters.
And, they were certainly characters. Each had his or her own personality traits that, looking back, were slightly exaggerated. Still, I had my favorites. Did you?
Gilligan was funny and at times too silly, but since he was a guy, I didn’t necessarily want to be like him. Did you appreciate his fun-loving innocence and haphazard ways? Or, was he just too silly for your liking?
The Skipper wasn’t my favorite, but I had no complaint about him. He was more the father-type because he lost patience with Gilligan so often and scolded him. The professor was the most handsome of the group but way too serious and scientific. I’m sure there are people who favored him…techy-types and engineers, I guess.
Mr. and Mrs. Howell were quite a pair! Mr. Howell was a millionaire and never lifted a finger to help do anything on the island. He was often referred to by Mrs. Howell in third person terms as, “Thurston Howell the Third.” However, Mrs. Howell called him “Thurston, Darling” directly. He called her “Lovey” or “Lovey, Dear”.
Why did the Howells carry so many suitcases with them on a three-hour tour? I never knew Mrs. Howell’s real name on the show. Just Lovey. Do you know her character’s name? The other characters, besides Thurston Howell III, addressed her as “Mrs. Howell”. Eunice Wentworth Howell was her name, but I never heard her called that. Did you? Sometimes the Howells were hilariously funny!
Of the single females, Ginger was overly worried about being the word we never said during those years. Yes, the word that is said all-too-often these days, and it begins with S. Yes, sexy is that word. (Gasp!) Ginger was a former Hollywood actress, and she could speak of little else than this movie or that (she was the star of them, of course). I always wished she would lighten up and enjoy life – to stop being so concerned about her career and her beauty. After all, how much can a girl do about either when stranded on an island?
Another question: what’s up with that dress? Surely she didn’t go on a daytime boat ride in an evening gown!
Contrasting Ginger (but just as pretty) was Mary Ann, the down-to-earth normal person on the show. She was a farm girl from Kansas, but not much was said about her life prior to the three-hour tour. She did the laundry and cooked cream pies (that often would end up on Gilligan’s face – or Skipper’s) while Ginger practiced her acting skills. (Ginger did help her, but it appeared that Mary Ann carried the responsibility more seriously.) Mary Ann was my favorite – can you tell?
When I think of Ginger and Mary Ann, I’m reminded of a room-mate from years ago. I gave her what I thought was a compliment that she looked cute. She was insulted and stated she wanted to be considered beautiful, not cute. As if cute was something to avoid, like a disease. I, for one, would have loved to be called cute. I’d meant it as a compliment but have tried not to repeat the mistake of calling anyone cute.
In retrospect, Ginger was the beautiful one. Mary Ann was considered to be the cute one (although I think she was beautiful). My former room-mate would have identified more with Ginger’s character. We were quite different.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being different, do you? We’re all different, created to be that way. Wouldn’t it be boring if we all were the same and preferred the same things?
Do you appreciate the differences in people? People are interesting. It certainly wouldn’t be the case if we were all alike. What would be the point of spending time with people – time getting to know them – if we were all the same?
Did you ever see this areal shot of the island – Gilligan’s island?
Sometimes at night when you couldn’t sleep, did you think about what would happen if you took a three-hour tour and got stranded on an island? Did you plan what you would pack for a short boating excursion, extras you would take along if it turned out like their trip?
In my mind, I would pack a small duffel bag with a flashlight and lots of batteries (because I hate the dark – ask my brother), a pair of clean underwear (everyone needs a spare, right, so they can wear one while they wash the other?), snacks (yes, lots of snacks, because you will have to share them with the people who weren’t prepared), lots of matches (because I never could start a fire with sticks, although I tried like crazy!), a pot for cooking (assuming we could kill something worthy of cooking and eating), and utensils, and a blanket (because I am cold-natured), and a hair brush (not that I’m like Ginger, but have you ever tried to do anything with matted hair?), and soap – plenty of soap (because I can’t stand stink, y’all). Then I would worry how I’d carry such a heavy bag.
Are you a worrier? Did you worry about all that stuff, like I did? I hope you’ve lost the need for worry, because it does no good to worry. I’ve lost that ability to worry, and it’s a blessing. I’ve had people get mad at me for not worrying. I simply told them I didn’t need to worry – that they worry enough for both of us. Besides, I don’t give a hoot about worrying!
And, I’m rather happy, too, that I don’t have to worry anymore about being stranded on an island. Why? Because I never have nor probably never will sign up for a three-hour tour. Hoot! Hoot! 😉