I watched a streamer talk about this or a similar show. He's a brit and a lib but even he was, politely as possible, describing the situation where the men were clearly superior to women in every way and even the weakest link in the men's group eventually came up with a solution so brilliant it solved their food need so much they had a never ending surplus of food.
Yeah, the male weakest link was the guy who saw a discarded, ripped-up, broken trolling net wash ashore alongside other flotsam, and invested excessive time and effort into repairing it and refitting it into a manual fishing net. Took him several days of dedicated effort, where he wasn't being productive anywhere else.
The other guys heckled him over his obsessing about it, but they were smart enough to realize that if his hackneyed plan DID work, they were golden, so it was worth the cost to try. And then it worked.
The "deadweight" on the men's team was something akin to an inventor or a gambler: No guaranteed result, but everyone could see that they were trying to hit a jackpot making something. The others saw the situation, and judged it as alright to attempt.
The "deadweight" on the women's team cried that the water wouldn't psionically levitate into her mouth without effort on her part, and that no magical food fairies were feeding and providing for her. And the others saw the situation, and judged it as alright to attempt.
I watched a streamer talk about this or a similar show. He's a brit and a lib but even he was, politely as possible, describing the situation where the men were clearly superior to women in every way and even the weakest link in the men's group eventually came up with a solution so brilliant it solved their food need so much they had a never ending surplus of food.
Yeah, the male weakest link was the guy who saw a discarded, ripped-up, broken trolling net wash ashore alongside other flotsam, and invested excessive time and effort into repairing it and refitting it into a manual fishing net. Took him several days of dedicated effort, where he wasn't being productive anywhere else.
The other guys heckled him over his obsessing about it, but they were smart enough to realize that if his hackneyed plan DID work, they were golden, so it was worth the cost to try. And then it worked.
The "deadweight" on the men's team was something akin to an inventor or a gambler: No guaranteed result, but everyone could see that they were trying to hit a jackpot making something. The others saw the situation, and judged it as alright to attempt.
The "deadweight" on the women's team cried that the water wouldn't psionically levitate into her mouth without effort on her part, and that no magical food fairies were feeding and providing for her. And the others saw the situation, and judged it as alright to attempt.
Yep, it was exactly that.
This experiment's been run at least two or three times now, always the same result.