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                   Hugs

I love Big Brother. As far as I’m concerned, summer doesn’t start until Big Brother premieres. It’s been a staple in my summer TV viewing for the past 11 years, and I don’t anticipate that changing any time soon. I love the show because of the crazy personalities that become amplified when people are trapped in a house for three months. I especially love the weekly power shifts. When the house divides into “us versus them” that’s a sure sign the season is going to be great. Season Six was a perfect example of this. You had the sane, fun people versus the crazy, self righteous crowd. The weekly power shifts were great to watch. There’s nothing like waiting for Thursday night to see who would win the coveted Head of Household and cheering when someone you were rooting for wins or deflating when someone you hate wins. Ah, yes. Big Brother can be the definition of greatness when it’s clicking on all cylinders.

But when it’s not…

                  Bugs

You get this year’s edition of Big Brother – BB12. Sigh. The women allowed themselves to be picked off one by one. But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is you get four men in the house, who are part of a stupid alliance called the Brigade. Only one member of this alliance has done anything worth any merit the entire summer. The other three win nothing and do nothing but talk about how powerful they are. They’ve skated by the entire summer and let everybody else do everything. But they’re so powerful. Give me a freaking break. Show just the slightest ability to win a competition and I might start believing in your words of what you’re going to do. They haven’t had to do anything. They’ve orchestrated nothing. And yet here they are in the Final 4 (well three of them anyway). Drives me absolutely insane!

But I’ll be back next summer. It’s a weakness I can’t and don't want to shake.

xoxo,
Jamie
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