There are people who like to say that female Irwins are just about eye candy, because we can`t possibly know what it`s like to prepare for the field: not with our breasts and our long hair and our girlish, girlish ways. Those people have never worked with a female Irwin. Half of us eschew the trappings of femininity, because not everyone is that kind of girl, and running around the wilderness harassing the legally dead tends to attract the girls who aren`t. The rest of us exaggerate those trappings for the camera, going with victory rolls in our hair and lace-up corsets around our waists. What the people at home never see is how those corsets have Kevlar in their seams, protecting us from the world. They don`t understand how we`ve learned to put ourselves together in under a minute, because sometimes the story won`t wait.
Every Irwin is a badass in our own way. The job demands it. But if you want to know who the scariest person in the group is, look for the one who`s been fighting zombies without smearing her eyeliner.