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Nothing.
But, I witnessed one more season of a show I know I should just give up watching, completely, ending unpleasantly with a vague staged feeling. The unpleasant aspects are not new, thus I learn nothing. But, the overwhelming amount of LOVE tossed around and deceptively suppressed negativity (from a person chosen to win almost as much money as the runner-up by being a lousy person, a huge troublemaker and, somehow, the favorite houseguest) was a new wrinkle, I suppose.
I get the feeling some talk was had about a need to really showcase the motto of the hostess, Julie Chen-Moonves.
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
So, everyone kept pitching the LOVE to the point that it felt almost as sickening as the Jankie AI they tried to make sound amusing when it wasn’t. [Heck. Paul once pitched FRIENDSHIP and couldn’t get enough people to back that pitch…and got screwed out of the big prize in the end of his season.] Everyone goes home with a traumatic mindset and a ticket to see a therapist. I’m pretty sure they all need therapy after this season, which is oddly Alanis M. ironic. Yes, I think.
I can now confirm the show fails on one promise. It doesn’t end the unexpected way…not anymore or in any way. Who I want to win never has, which makes every winner expected to be someone I don’t want. And, even in a season when I didn’t bother to talk online about the season in progress, a season that didn’t breed any particular hatred except for a few people who were eliminated before the jury stage (thankfully), I still feel ill in the end.
It was the first season of Big Brother to not make me violently ill and furious…yet I’m not satisfied and feel a little sad for watching, at all. I feel like it just keeps seducing me to enter some seedy bar and get wasted just to regret my decision the next day. So, it’s like a trip to Las Vegas? That’s what I get, Katy Perry?
So, I will chalk this moment up as predictable and expect more of the same next summer’s end. I will have even less motivation to write about the show and, God help me, go without watching (even if I like to see the comic-book covers and Zingbot). [After-thought-regret zing!]
I also can confirm one conclusion: The humiliation is not worth the prize.
Anyone who is seduced by this show and somehow sucked into that universe via some southern California mega-mall or Mr. Rourke portal to fantasy-fail island is a tragic soul, indeed. As much as I might want to play in some of the games, as much as I see certain faces and wish I could know them…there is far too much disrespect and humiliation of people pitching themselves to represent this and that and talk about resumes that make no sense.
Each season injects way too much excessive drama and gossip for anyone to tolerate; Julie Chen even sadly participates in trying to cast shades on various incidents that might be very minor…but she can’t let them go quietly. I don’t know who the target audience is, but I will admit to being a fool for watching…watching for reasons probably few if any would express.
It is not worth breaking a leg or trying to find yourself in a feast of forced humiliation and social discomfort on many levels. CBS can offer every fool a contract to keep them as pawns in whatever reality circus they pitch, and that’s just as damning as the worst Big Brother puts out. It’s a deceptive horror movie. The prize money is tainted. And, if any of it is really staged, I’d be beyond livid to know and retaliate, for sure.
I will miss out on meeting Julie Chen (unless she gets off this ride and makes a nice appearance somewhere else I can appreciate her), among other nice faces (Makensy, T’Kor, Reilly, Nicole A., Bowie Jane, NYC Meg, America, Christmas, Kwanza–just kidding) that come and go in a blink unless they reappear on some other season or crappy-er reality-TV show…..but that’s okay because I will avoid a heap of added trauma on my already weighted plate.
I don’t need to take responsibility for partaking in some sort of Hunger Games with “have-nots” I just met, who will no doubt act like cross family members in a bad dream. I don’t need to choose myself over some more deserving soul or sacrifice myself after being humiliated and tortured. I wouldn’t be much fun as HOH, anyway, nor would any family moments be worth putting on TV, unless CBS really wants to torture me…and then I’d really have reason to tear the network a big one and unleash uncivil armageddon. If my life at home is really as messed up as some contestants make it seem…even when they are showing smiling faces full of support…I don’t want to pretend everything is great while I chase a hoop dream on TV in front of too many cameras in creepy places and a staff bent on torturing others when their gorgeous and typically graceful hostess pitches love.
I think what every participant learns from submitting themselves to the torture is that they all lack friendship, which is what Paul was trying to tell them, back when. You all need a good parent and friend…not a showmance…definitely not any alliance doomed to fail. You need a ride-or-die and to know what that really means, not get dazzled by some prize on a string while your spouses, (former) jobs and children wait for your return. I think that should be on the contract.
[It still astounds me how people who claim to know a show so well and be super fans still cave to peer pressure and make the same dumb mistakes with alliances eeeevery season.]
[If you can leave a spouse and/or children…or give up your duty as a policeman…for 90 days…and humor a statement about not coming back home if you don’t win…you don’t need to be on TV, and your current slot in life is tragically flawed.]
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