Helen Flanagan intrigues me. (I’m a Celeb get me out of Here) She has a history of panic attacks and keeps failing the bush tucker trials. She ran out of yesterday’s trial before the release of the first mealworm. The GBP keep voting for her, the other celebs are going hungry and even the show crew are pissed their lavish preparations aren’t being used. She seems to be suffering from the other PTSD, Pre Traumatic Stress Disorder, a form of debilitating narcissism. It seems to me to come from the confluence of two factors. One, the modern idea “you must learn to love yourself first”, and two, the invention of electro-gadgets, phones, iPads, TVs and the like, that offer a semblance of life without the real experience of it. One learns unilateral omnipotence whilst at the same time acquiring no real world capabilities. Helen is very likeable but personality doesn’t cut it when you’re sandwiched between hungry people and their food supply. Her camp mates kindness, understanding and support go unnoticed because she’s already far kinder, understanding and supportive of herself and their challenges to her zero abilities are deemed ‘insensitive’. She is constantly “doing her best” but only for herself, not for her camp mates. Though delightful she doesn’t comprehend the systemic nature of the group. It’s a cocktail of beliefs that allow every man to be an island, which makes an enjoyable, fulfilling life impossible. It’s a dramatic example of being incapable of translating her knowing of the program ‘on screen’ into the reality of being there. “Sure I could beat David Hay in a fist fight, I’ve watched him on TV haven’t I”. My criticism is not of her but her beliefs. It’s not important because of her but for all the youngsters who feel they’ve found the key to life, the universe and everything when they’ve mastered the remote. Sorry but in real life the skill set for using electro-gadgets is insignificantly small.
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