Phony lesbians out themselves on Big Brother...

Finally the Allison/Sheila fake “lesbian” twist has come out of the closet. It was about time. Why those two doorknobs decided to lie about their sexuality in a game of mistrust is completely beyond comprehension. Sorry Ryan or Adam, your partners have just screwed you over big style. How was this even funny? After two seconds, it should have been over. Instead, Sheila comes across as, in James’ words “…A giant bitch!” and Allison comes across as a stinky fraud. Good job clowns, well played indeed…

Speaking of James’ line (which, by the way, was probably the best this season), he has finally delivered. He was funny, and eerily reminiscent to the greatest player in reality TV history, Big Brother’s Dr. Will Kirby. Did you not see it in his diary room confessionals? The way he talked, how he hammed it up for the camera, and then the tactics he used to form his nominations. The guy was stunningly similar to Will. The best part of his screen time was when he tried to get partner Chelsia to make out with him. How pathetic and sad that was? He got his wish though, so high five to Crazy Jamie. Chelsia claims she is taking it “day by day” with James. If sticking your tongue down his throat constitutes day by day…

The other phenomenal contestant is Amanda. If she survives a few more weeks, she might go down as top 5 greatest/worst females in the shows history. So you get picked to be on the “devoted team” because you are a “DEEEEEVOTED PERRRRRSON.” Right, ok…keep thinking that Amanda. If she is gone it’ll be a shame, there’ll be less to write about on this space. Is it possible to get excited about watching someone like bland Sharon for the duration of the show?? Zzzzzzz…

Finally, the most annoying part of every season of Big Brother is the hideously phony celebration by everyone as they see the new HOH room. We get it; you won HOH Crazy Jamie & Chelsia. Why does everyone have to scream about it and kiss your posteriors? Everyone should refuse to check out the HOH room. Or at least shut the heck up. Stop yelling. Seriously…

For Blinded Reality,

Michael Harrison