Big Brother is a Patriarch!!

I must admit to watching Big Brother. Every year I wish I could say I rise above it, but every year I remain glued to the virtual fish tank that now lasts 13 weeks. It is of course, terribly disappointing.

I must say, I do like super-camp Canadian, Richard. He is manipulative as they come – but he does seem to have a brain, which is more than most of the rest of them. I really don’t see how promotions girls and dancers are reflective of society. I’m sure George Orwell is turning in his grave.

Not only is it full of people prancing around in bikinis and generally making us ashamed to actually be watching them, but also there is not a single, single lesbian in it. In fact, there’s not even a coupled lesbian. Big Brother is wholly devoid of lesbianism. What kind of television is this?

Granted Big Brother did have some problems with militant dyke Kitten, who refused to abide by the rules in what was a terribly funny time. Unfortunately lots of people failed to see the funny side, including Big Brother and she was kicked out after roof top protests, diary room occupation and even refusing to leave the house when she was evicted.

So, maybe she wasn’t the best ambassador – but I liked her. She was funny to watch, and I got the impression she too had a brain, something not many other housemates have.

In fact, possibly the nearest we have to a lesbian in the house was ‘Sleazy’ Sezer, who lists his favourite book as Jeanette Winterson’s ‘Written on the Body’ (which I too highly recommend).
In conclusion, Big Brother is afraid of brains and lesbians. Together, one must presume, they are a potent mix.