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For the last ten weeks, all I've been able to talk about is Robert Irwin.
I have been, to put it mildly, a woman possessed. Not in a literal demonic way (although my coworkers may beg to differ), but in a "this sweet khaki-clad man-child has somehow managed to rewire my serotonin receptors" way.
The 21-year-old's appearance on — and subsequent win of — the US version of Dancing With The Stars has seen the wildlife warrior become an unexpected sex symbol (yes, I am fully aware of how unwell that all makes us), and there is a damn good reason why: the man is a walking green flag.
He is a wholesome menace. A golden retriever with a mirrorball.
Watch: The Spill debriefs on Robert Irwin's iconic DWTS rebrand. Post continues below.
Robert Irwin, in my humble opinion, is the purest beam of Australian sunshine that has been exported directly into the American doom and gloom.


























