Big Brother
Big Brother started last night. It was the least surprising thing ever. We knew it was coming, having been promoted ever-more furiously by Channel 4 over the last few weeks. When it finally came, with much bluster and noise, some unknown weirdos went through a door and then kissed each other on the cheeks, including the men.
Big Brother used to be THE big thing on TV. Now it appeals only to bored late 20s/early 30s with nothing better to do after they’ve had tea. Unfortunately, because it was once THE big thing on TV, the upper class newspapers feel obliged to cover it, and in doing so raise the ire of their readers to boiling point.
From the guardian:
I will sleep comfortably in the knowledge that not one microsecond of Big Brother will soil my retinas this summer.
Er, hang on. You’re that uninterested you found you had to comment on a 500 word article about the start of Big Brother? When I see an article about fly-fishing, or origami, two things amongst many that I am disinterested in I see no need to even read the article, never mind pass comment on how I won’t be fly-fishing or folding paper this summer.
Struggling to decide which I least want to watch this summer - BB or the World Cup. Thank goodness for books.
Here’s a revolutionary suggestion. Watch something else. Just because you can read you’re not some sort of media darling, y’know. Anyway, you’ve just read the BB start article and commented as well, which shows that you’re so dedicated to reading you literally cannot help yourself.
Read and watch Shakepeare, you morons. Turn this crap OFF!
Yeah, good idea. Turn it off! Read Shakespeare! Stop commenting on things that offend you! Despite going out of your way to read about those things!
In short; if you don’t like it, DON’T FUCKING WATCH IT.
