Everybody on the mat, group hugs, blah dee blah. Zach talks in their final interview about how this taught him to stay positive and so forth. He says that even when he was saying positive things, he felt doubt. He makes the rather absurd comment, "We stayed positive," by which he means that he stayed positive, and she never, ever, ever stayed positive.
Flo talks about how a woman won, which is fine, and I really don't want to think about it, because feminism has enough challenges without taking on Flo.
They talk about their great bond. Whatever. She does manage to acknowledge that if Zach hadn't kept her shit together, she wouldn't have won. Which is true, to say the least.
Everyone applauds and acts happy, and we are out.
So what about that ending? I've gone back and forth quite a lot since I first saw it. When I first saw it, I was completely horrified, and then I got very philosophical, and now I'm horrified again. It's just...it's the fact that a million dollars is a really big reward, and even with teams I don't like a lot, there are things they do that I can envision as worthy of reward, depending on what you think the purpose of the race is. It's hard, watching the last half of the race, to find anything Flo did that I can imagine rewarding. Zach? Sure. He was great at this game. But you know, watching her walk off with half a million bucks feels more than a little funny to me. And here's the thing -- yeah, I'm happy that a woman was on the winning team. But I can't honestly tell you that it does my feminist heart a lot of good to have the first woman winner be a woman who whined and gave up and practically had to be carried across the finish line by the big guy she was with. Not exactly a pioneer moment to share with the sisterhood, if you get my drift.
They're lucky it's such a good show, because it's just not a very satisfying ending.
Executive producer? Jerry Bruckheimer.
Stay tuned for our now-customary party dish, featuring all the kissing, all the milling around, all the unexpected good humor, and a lot more Phil than you've come to expect from your TWoP social event calendar, not to mention more racers than ever. Who kissed the recapper's hand? Why did she walk around without shoes, and what diseases did she pick up? Who wasn't as tall as she was expecting? Who got wheedled into giving her his drink? Who got picked up by not one but two racers? Who critiqued his own ass? And most important of all, how much good-lookin' man can you fit in a downstairs bar? These stories and more, still to come.