Big Brother

Yesterday I wrote something about how interesting Big Brother is in that you can see how CBS manipulates events. With Real World, for example, you just got the TV show. With BB, you can see events as they happen on the web (or, like me, read rough transcripts of them on the Well).

But I got bored with what I was writing and didn’t post, so I can’t see anyone would have wanted to read through it all. And hopefully there will be a much better article about the rebellious situation on Salon any day now. I hope so.

I feel uncomfortable that I like the show so much. I really feel for the BB House’s inmates (I’m talking the US version, btw). I have too much free time on my hands at the moment, so I’m reading 100+ posts about the show every day, and I just want to give them all a big hug. It doesn’t help that after a month of being back here in Houston with no classes I’ve been getting cabin fever. Feeling isolated from everything that’s fun and emotional. I feel like these people are some strange kind of surrogate, turbulent family. I even find myself envying them their closeness, the fun, the friendships, the hugs. How desperate is that?