Laden with Thoughts

Every summer I look forward to the beginning of one of my favorite television shows in eager anticipation: BIG BROTHER!

Who else watches this show? (Geof, you don’t need to answer that. Hehe.) There’s something so interesting about locking 13 or 14 people into a house for an entire summer and watching them interact, create and destroy relationships, and basically try their best to function as if they are living in a completely normal situation. And of course, there’s the added drama of asking these “houseguests” to vote out one of their own each week.

This year, I went the extra step and subscribed to the 24/7 online Big Brother feed. I am actually quite ashamed, yet I can’t stop watching. One thing I’ve discovered: a creepy feeling comes over me while I’m watching these people do normal things, like fold clothes or get ready for bed. While I know that’s the point of the whole show, to watch these people live their lives, and while I know they know they’re being watched at all times… I still feel like a gross person.

But… I can’t look away! This morning while feeding Maeve (5:30am my time, 2:30am Big Brother time) I watched the houseguests go to sleep (in my defense, several of them were whispering about strategy after the lights were out) while Evil Dick was outside in the courtyard, chainsmoking and playing croquet. He was also unabashedly farting and burping.

Yep, folks, that’s what I’ll pay $14.99 to see. A 40-something year old rocker farting and talking to himself while playing croquet in an Alice in Wonderland themed courtyard. I am a creepy stalker.

And proud of it.