My relationship with “Big Brother” is like one with an inappropriate boyfriend that all your friends hated – for good reason – and that you keep getting back together with every summer even though the whole experience makes you feel kinda dirty and you’re relived when it’s over. But not so relived that you don’t kinda miss him and take his phone call, even though your friends are standing next to you hissing “No, girl! Say you’re not home!!! TELL HIM YOU DIED!”
My dirty TV boyfriend not only returned last night, but with three of its most notable pairs there to mess with the heads of the newbies. And in two of those cases, notable means “Oh, dear Lord.” We’ve got Brenchel, or newly engaged annoying couple Brendon and Rachel; cutely scrubbed Jeff and Jordin, and something called Evel Dick and his daughter Danielle. I have heard of Evel Dick, and his evelness (but not his Knievel-ness, because he’s not that cool.) But he was on during one of those seasons where I was serious about breaking up with “Big Brother” and would hear snatches of conversation about it and go “So glad I’m better than THAT!”
And now I’m back. So who’s the sucker? That would be me. I’m not even fighting it.
The big twist, besides the showmancers and the allegedly estranged father and daughter, is that everyone is playing as a team, meaning that you’re nominated for eviction as a team, too. But if you survive eviction, you get an advantage of a Golden Key (lame name) that ensures you a forward pass to the Top Ten, and past all the dumb challenges during those weeks. So when you’re targeting someone you really hate for eviction, you have to consider whether you want to give their partner a free pass.
The returning pairs are competing against:
Lawon and Kalia: He’s a dandy dresser with color-coordinated neck wear and a flamboyant neighbor vibe fresh from a Tyler Perry movie, and she’s a really annoying writer of sex and relationships who thinks she’s Carrie Bradshaw. Oh, shut up.
Adam, a self-professed metal head who also loves “Beverly Hills 90210,” appletinis, spa treatments and saying everything like he’s auditioning for a “Headbanger’s Ball” reunion, and Dominic, a cute, virginal mama’s boy who lives at home and is looking for some older woman who might want to take care of him and do his laundry. See him ladies? He’s a catch!
Porche (!), a SoBe cocktail waitress who may or may not be from Delray Beach (call me if you know her) and Keith, a girl-crazy pastor. Both are lying about their real professions. Both are less smooth than they think. A match made in wherever Evel Dick is from.
Cassi, a model from Texas, and Shelly, who is in the outdoor industry and might be the older lady Dominic targets to do his laundry. I don’t see it happening.
So much time is spent introducing everyone and blowing everyone’s mind with the All-Stars or whatever we’re calling them, that the challenge was an afterthought. Of course, it was stupid – they were all clinging to giant dangling bananas while getting chocolate thrown at them – which means Rachel won it because she’s good at stupid things, like this show. This means that she’s Head of Household, so we have to put up with that braying Brillo pad to the ears laugh for another week. And if anyone evicts her, we’re stuck with Brendon for a while. He’s mostly non-offensive, except that he’s attached to her.
I dunno – I’m sorta intrigued. I still feel like a dirty sucker. But intrigued. You watching?





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