My reality is that I tre’adore reality tv. Afterall, I majored in sociology, which is the study of groups. So what better sociological experiments are there than these shows? Big Brother is a great example of people forced to exist together under difficult circumstances.
I am not as “hard-core” into the summer classic as others. They buy the rights to the live-feeds. Sure, I wouldn’t mind checking in on the houseguests from time to time, but I think I would lose too much of my own reality if I were to indulge in this access as much as others do.
Over the last two summers, I have come to realize how truly vested the live feed fans can be. I know of many of them through Twitter, but since this is an almost exclusive club, I don’t know any of them personally. It doesn’t exactly hurt my feelings anyway. There are a few of them who comment crassly, bitterly and with a contrived arrogance. It’s the same comments repeated over and over again. Slander is easy in an open forum in the fairly cloaked comfort of anonymity. I just wonder how they would fare as houseguests since they seem to think no one knows what they’re doing.
Me personally? I believe I am spending too many evenings lost in the craziness of Showtime’s voyueristic Big Brother After Dark. Add to it the peeks at the Twitter hashtag site to see what people are saying, only to be disappointed at the horrible things being said. Like the “c” word. I ain’t no prude but com’n, these are people’s loved ones. It’s a vicious cycle.
So I am trying to lay the gaunlet down, yet at the same time I am watching a real life couple self destruct. Why should I even care about these houseguests? Sometimes it’s the same scene over and over again. But I am drawn in anyway, wanting to see how group dynamics play out. So I guess I will persist for another three weeks in Big Brother reality overload.