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when life is fiction and tv reality
Jun. 22nd, 2005 08:41 pmWatching Big Brother has long been one of my not so secret guilty pleasures.
Despite opinions on the lack of 'reality' in people putting on a front in an artificial situation, i do find it interesting as there's some degree of unscripted human interaction there, and people can't put on an act 24 hours a day. At any rate it's better than most of the other drek we're getting served on tv of late, though that's not saying much.
I also find it useful to highlight my own prejudices. Every year i start out disliking the latest crew, dismissing them as mouthbreathing bogans. But after a few weeks they usually grow on me and i'm reminded that even mouthbreathing bogans are capable of human warmth, friendship and intelligent conversation, and that i could probably learn not to be so much of a fucking snob.
But this year's lot - i don't know. One minute i'm buying all the "love ya mate, it's all right" platitudes, then the next i'm watching the reality bitchslap of a group of people gleefully relishing the abject emotional distress of one of their companions (the designated underdog, of course).
Oh well, if i want something resembling reality, i shouldn't expect to be spared reminders of people's capacity for wilful cuntishness. Still, it pissed me off enough to post Big Brother shit on my el-Jay, so it's obviously touched on a sore point.
Despite opinions on the lack of 'reality' in people putting on a front in an artificial situation, i do find it interesting as there's some degree of unscripted human interaction there, and people can't put on an act 24 hours a day. At any rate it's better than most of the other drek we're getting served on tv of late, though that's not saying much.
I also find it useful to highlight my own prejudices. Every year i start out disliking the latest crew, dismissing them as mouthbreathing bogans. But after a few weeks they usually grow on me and i'm reminded that even mouthbreathing bogans are capable of human warmth, friendship and intelligent conversation, and that i could probably learn not to be so much of a fucking snob.
But this year's lot - i don't know. One minute i'm buying all the "love ya mate, it's all right" platitudes, then the next i'm watching the reality bitchslap of a group of people gleefully relishing the abject emotional distress of one of their companions (the designated underdog, of course).
Oh well, if i want something resembling reality, i shouldn't expect to be spared reminders of people's capacity for wilful cuntishness. Still, it pissed me off enough to post Big Brother shit on my el-Jay, so it's obviously touched on a sore point.
