No time to post! Awaiting me in the bunkhouse rec room are a plate of nachos, a frosty marg, and 4 hours of MacGyver on DVR. Do I recommend MacGyver as primo Savage Death Island viewing? You betcha. There are no actual butch TV action heroes, so I pretend MacGyver is a handy-dyke who exemplifies the resourcefulness, anti-gunniness, spunky can-do attitude, and mullet that every feminist will need to make it through the revolution.
That theme song! It sounds like it was played on a keyboard macgyvered together from a tube sock, a Timex watch, and an Olivetti.