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While I've never seen what sounds like a really horrendous show centered on self-centered rich women in New York, I do watch Big Brother. Few others posting seems to have done so. Of course it's a shallow kind of contrived "reality" but damnit, it's kind of fun to follow. I think Heather has forgotten several earlier seasons if she thinks this one has the nuttiest and most nearly insane occupants. This crowd is generally attractive, mild in their little personal contretemps, and even includes some interesting people. Just last year the genuinely lunatic father-daughter pair of Dicks--yeah, that was their last name--puts this year's players to shame in the insanity scale.
Big Brother is one of those secret pleasures you enjoy but do your best to conceal your viewing of it from all your friends. And on occasion you even find a relatively nice person to cheer for; this year it's James, a kid who wears a pink-dyed mohawk haircut and took time off for the show from his passion of riding his bicylce around the world.
When you find yourselves in depair or rage over the latest poliltical news, a dip in the Big Brother tank ain't all that bad. And it's a lot cheaper than another therapist session.