Are You “Team Ginger” or “Team Mary Ann”?
I just saw a riveting headline, “20 Pics That Prove Jennifer Aniston is Better than Angelina Jolie”
Really? This is 2014, is it not? And I believe that Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, two people whom 99.9% of us have never even met, severed ties almost a decade ago. Yet, all these years later, there are still hoards of people insisting that a dire mistake was made that must be rectified.
Why do they even care?
There’s a scientific term for this phenomenon: “The Ginger Syndrome.” (And by scientific, I mean a silly theory that floats around in my head from time to time.)
Here’s my thought: when you were young and eagerly watched each new episode of Gilligan’s Island, I’m fairly certain you either were a member of “Team Ginger”, or “Team Mary Ann.”
Were you not?
Either you were wowed by Ginger’s breathy whispers, voluptuous sequined hips, and wing-tipped cat eyes, or you were taken with Mary Ann’s wholesome gingham-clad spunk, round-eyed wonder, and bouncing pigtails.
Myself? “Team Mary Ann” all the way. Thankfully, my husband is on the same team.
The same bifurcation applies when it comes to folks preferring Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie. They’re polar opposites, and attract two very different crowds.
Jennifer is the real life Mary Ann of our generation. She presents herself as sweet, funny, and self-deprecating, and she’s very pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. One of her favorite pastimes is sitting on her living room floor playing Taboo with a few of her Friends friends on a Saturday night. (I read this “fact” standing in line at the grocery store, therefore, it must be true.) In a nutshell, she’s relatable, and is someone many of us would want as a pal.
Angelina, on the other hand, is the real life Ginger of our generation. She’s seen as the lynx that ensnares husbands and boyfriends and even, it would seem in her case, biological brothers. (SKEEVE!) She’s unconventional and naughty and undeniably beautiful if you go for the sultry, vial of blood-wearing, come-hither type. Her actions are taboo, lowercase “t”, and she is decidedly not the type of person many of us would choose as a friend. (Sure, I’ll be your friend so you can slither in and steal my husband . . . NOT!)
So, back to my theory. Ten plus years have passed since the Aniston/Pitt break-up, and I believe that the real reason some people are still ranting and raving is a by-product of “The Ginger Syndrome”; some of the “Team Mary Ann” members are sick and tired of morally-challenged beauties besting the wholesome girl-next-door, i.e., them.
Okay, be honest, are you “Team Mary Ann”, or “Team Ginger”?
(Now, when it comes to the men on the island, there really was only one choice, right? The Professor all the way!)