Germaine Greer is pissed at Big Brother (well at least that gives the rest of the world a break), not only because it’s a cheap thrill for sexually frustrated dimwits, but also because it’s an immoral cashcow for overweight, pony-tailed TV execs.
Every picture tells a story, but no picture tells the whole story. No word is more abused by Big Brother producers than “live”, unless it is “uncut”. Perhaps universities should start running courses on how to watch Big Brother, teaching students to discern how, when and where the mix is being manipulated, and what insultingly tatty television it is, in terms of production values. Huge amounts of money are being made by a galaxy of corporations, merchandising and re-merchandising slipshod trash. One or two housemates might end up making money too, but it will be a smidgen in comparison. Most housemates will simply be used, paid off and forgotten.
There are three sorts of people who watch Big Brother: -
1. Likeminded chavish morons, whose only goal in life is to be ‘famous’
2. Teenage boys on the brink of climax [Kleenex at the ready], waiting for a sneak peak at some simulated intercourse or the odd naked contestant sprinting through the kitchen
3. Sneering self-aggrandising middle-class numpties, who giggle and scoff at the unfortunate losers who prance around the Big Brother House like circus freaks
Which one are you?
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