Primped to Stripped

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Bianca</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Appearing on </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Heart to Heart</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> changed my life forever. But not for the better. Since then I've been struggling to be taken seriously by the media. Strangers think they know the real Bianca Stone. The vapid self-absorbed mean girl who played a game of hearts and lost. At least that's what I've read. Even my own family thinks I'm helpless a sentiment only made worse after I lose my job when a fashion show goes shall we say bottoms up.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Needless to say I never thought I'd do reality TV again.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That is until </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Stripped </em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>came along. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Stripped</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is the polar opposite of </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Heart to Heart</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. A show where you use skills to survive in an unforgiving environment. I mean it can't be much different than living in New York right? Except in New York you can usually keep your clothes on.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now here I am in the middle of Madagascar determined with the help of my partner to prove the world wrong about me. There's just one problem: my partner the one I have to spend two weeks alone-and naked-with is brooding troubled and can't stand me. Did I mention he's also a ripped modern-day Tarzan? This just got a whole lot more interesting.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Lennox</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A tragedy left me an orphan almost taking my life in the process. In the years since I've made it my life's work to teach people skills they need to survive in the wild.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But go on a reality TV show? Yeah no thanks.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Even though I'm a consultant for </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Stripped</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> being on the show sounds about as enticing as a colonoscopy. But I'm in a bind and that gig could help me out. So I agree only to discover that my partner is Bianca Stone. I know nothing about Bianca except that she was on a reality dating show and from what I've seen seems to be the typical attention-seeking insufferable celebrity wannabe not to mention annoyingly beautiful.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And now I have to spend two weeks alone with her huddled together in a lean-to-naked. Great.</span></p>