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Pop CultureMarch 23, 2017

Game of Bros: the oiliest reality show on television is back

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Game of Bros returned to Maori television tonight and picked up right where it left off: in a vat of coconut oil. Madeleine Chapman made a few crucial and important observations to keep an eye out for as the show progresses.

Before I go any further I feel I must disclose that Aunty Henga and I will not be power ranking Game of Bros this year. Partly because of scheduling and partly because Henga is a busy woman with more important things to do than kindly humour her niece. Even so, we sat down together this week to watch the first episode of season two and revisit the hallowed grounds of the undisclosed location where the show takes place.

And so it’s with a heavy heart and a full stomach that I present the seven easter eggs to keep an eye out for as we progress through season two of New Zealand’s brownest, freshest, oiliest show.

1) Signs

I haven’t seen the movie Signs

I haven’t figured out whether this park was mown specifically for the show or not but if it was, give the gardener a raise. All I’m imagining is a giant hand drawing circles with the world’s biggest compass. Whoever shaped the grass, whether mower or an alien from Signs, I expect Mel Gibson to make an appearance by season’s end. Mel Gibson being perhaps the very last person you’d want to see in front of a minority group.

2) The rumoured bachelor

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Everyone was so sure that Carlos Ulberg would be this year’s bachelor that they forgot to factor in him having a girlfriend already (apparently). Based off the first episode alone, Aunty Henga and I agree he would have made a fine bachelor. He was eloquent, humble, the leader of his team, and proved himself the alpha male by getting a bullseye with the bow and arrow on his first try. He also loves to travel and be around family and cook breakfast in bed fo- sorry, got a bit carried away there. Anyway, last but not least, he has a great set of teeth that would go hand in hand (teeth in teeth?) with a Colgate sponsor. Bachelor gold.

In a romantic way, not to kill you

3) Lots of Russell Athletic gear…

Sponsored content

Speaking of sponsors, every show needs them and this show has Russell Athletic. How do I know this? Just a hunch. Something tells me this won’t be the last we see of these shirts.

4) …but mostly just this one singlet

Who wore it best? Vote now by saying your choice out loud.

Great minds think alike, I guess.

5) Snavalavas

Mr Snavalava

Snavalava; verb. To snavalava is to wear sneakers with a lavalava and commit a crime against humanity. Snavalava-ing is worse than sneaning and pretty close to snirting, especially when anything longer than an ankle sock is involved. It’s on the same level as…wearing sneakers with a corporate pant suit. Yes, it’s that bad. But I understand the need for shoes. The bros compete on a tropical island (somewhere in Auckland) and tropical islands (grassy areas in Auckland) are filled with danger. With the snavalava comes the running. And like sneaning, there are very few people who can successfully pull off a sprint in a lavalava.

6) Tensing

*Insert Arthur angry fist meme here*

Contestants spend most of the show wearing only a lavalava, so it makes sense they’d want their bodies to be looking pristine. Jason here, at 49 years old, is in incredible shape. But what makes his shape even more incredible is the camera operator spoiling the moment by panning down and revealing the tightest clenched fist I’ve ever seen. And now that I look again it kinda looks like he’s not breathing… but as I said, he’s 49 and looks like that so he’s still winning. Meanwhile, I’m 23 and just laid faced down on the ground to see if I could lift my body up simply by pushing out my stomach. I couldn’t and am still losing.

7) Innuendo

Totally fine, totally chill

The show is filled with sexual innuendos and suggestions, almost entirely uttered by hosts Pani and Pani. Making the eliminated contestants remove their lavalavas and then kiss the hosts goodbye is something Dominic Bowden would never get away with, not in his wildest dreams. Expect to see many a bum tap, chest stroke, and thinly veiled dick joke. So if you love a good ‘that’s what she said’ one liner, this is the show for you. And if you find those jokes a little hard to swallow…that’s what she said.


Game of Bros Season 2 airs Wednesdays at 8:30pm on Māori Television.

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Pop CultureMarch 23, 2017

The Eagles: Hating them doesn’t make you cool, it’s just a waste of time

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Don Henley, drummer/singer/songwriter of the Eagles, one of the most loved and loathed bands ever, plays in Auckland on Thursday. So, it must be asked, are the Eagles good or are they bad? Madeleine Chapman argues the former.

There are very few things in life that make me genuinely mad. But the look of pure condescension and pity that white men over 30 give me whenever I say I like the Eagles is one of them. It’s a look that says, Oh she just doesn’t get it. One day when she’s older and wiser, she’ll understand. There’s a feeling of smugness that inhabits all those who openly hate the Eagles. As if in the case of this one band, opinions are invalid and it’s simply a matter of being right or wrong. It’s right to despise the Eagles. It’s wrong, and frankly embarrassing, to think anything else.

“Look, we all know the Eagles are objectively bad.”

My boss Dr. Duncan Greive, Professor of Bad Music, uttered this profoundly incorrect statement at last week’s editorial meeting. I’d just said that I’d be writing a defense of the Eagles in response to a take-down submission we received [which can be read here – Ed]. Everyone either laughed or groaned as if I said I’d be writing about the benefits of lead paint on kids toys. What a burden for all of them to be associated with someone who enjoys listening to the Eagles occasionally.

Objectively bad is not a thing that exists in almost any creative arena. Objectively good is also hard to pin down. It’s all a matter of opinion. My opinion is that the Eagles have great harmonies and songs that I like. Another of my opinions is that Bruno Mars writes bad lyrics and therefore I don’t like his music. My opinion isn’t better than anyone else’s. But, apparently everyone else’s opinion that the Eagles suck is better than mine.

And before you say that even The Dude from The Big Lebowski hated the Eagles, I already know and I love him for it. Because he said, “I hate the fucken Eagles, man”. He did not say “I hate the fucken Eagles, man, and so should you.” There’s a big difference.

Don’t be like this woman

My colleague Simon Wilson, a Man of the Arts, just told me that he and many men his age feel as though the Eagles ruined their childhood. Well, Simon, I will gladly look you in the eye (via this story) and say that if the Eagles were able to ruin your childhood I genuinely don’t know how you’ve managed to stay alive another 50 years.

Sometimes the world just decides to hate someone. There’s no meeting or group chat, it just happens. More often than not, this person hasn’t done anything horrifically bad, at least not in the grand scheme of things, but that’s not the point. It becomes cool to hate these people. Woke, even.

Currently, this group consists of Taylor Swift, Lena Dunham, Amy Schumer, the entire cast and crew of La La Land, and Anne Hathaway. Recent history has seen Sally Field, Creed, and Kid Rock all baptised into this holy order before time gracefully phased them out and into oblivion. The Eagles have managed to remain as leaders of this group for forty years.

Which leads me to believe that half of the people who claim to hate the Eagles today just say so because their too-cool-for-soft-rock-I-only-listened-to-David-Bowie parents hated the Eagles. It’s the same as when a young rugby fan from Wellington hates the Crusaders because that’s who he’s supposed to hate. Or the whole of New Zealand deciding that hating Quade Cooper should still be a thing. There’s no logic besides if even my lame Dad hates them, they must be bad. And that would be totally fine if people weren’t so proud of their hate.

Wow, makes you think

The enduring distaste for a middle-of-the-road band from the ’70s is indicative of the personality-by-hate phenomenon that has stormed in hand in hand with social media. A Twitter timeline is a curated feed of opinions and thoughts that you agree with. Somebody should be able to scroll through your timeline and figure out what you love and what you don’t love based on your tweets and retweets. But I scroll through people’s timelines and all I see is everything they hate. What you hate has become a way to present yourself to the world.

Hi, my name is Mary and I hate loud eaters, coriander, and white people.

But Mary, what do you love?

Some things are good to hate. Hating inequality sometimes leads to activism and change. Hate can be productive. But such strong negativity towards something so trivial as a band or a movie? It’s not cool or woke, it’s a waste of time and energy.

When founding Eagles member Glenn Frey passed away last year, the NY Daily News published an article with the headline “Glenn Frey’s death is sad, but the Eagles were a horrific band.” Nobody deserves that headline.

I love the Eagles because my older brother used to play their albums when I was growing up and we’d all sing along. I love the Eagles because I can’t sing well but listening to their five-part harmonies really makes me wish I could. I love the Eagles because they still sounded good in their sixties when I flew to Melbourne to see them in concert as a 15-year-old. I love the Eagles because who cares, they sing nice songs with no swearing that I can enjoy with my mum. I don’t need to defend my love of the Eagles, as much as people feel the need to attack it. But I do wonder what people get out of spitting hate at them. How about suggesting a band that you do like instead? Define yourself by the things and people you love, not those you hate. Or something deep like that.

You can choose to never listen to the Eagles again. You can truly believe they were terrible people making boring music in a decade filled with ‘real’ rockers. Whenever you see me in person you can tell me, in great detail, why the Eagles are the worst band in history and why I’m an idiot for enjoying their music. But don’t you have anything better to do with your time?

Read Greg Pritchard’s provocation here.


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