I always thought the MTV version of Big Brother was the most vacuous, no-talent, inane, and worthless piece of shit I ever had the misfortune to channel-surf through. Turns out I was mistaken; the origin of the show is much, much worse.
Think Glitter meets a Paris Hilton memoirs docukmentary combined with a Jenny Craig infomercial, a Moby video, and an Abercrombie Fitch advertising campaign.
I shall rinse my brain with bleach, and that’s after less than 30 seconds. I must find a book store, ’cause surfing through the four channels at the hotel just doesn’t pass much time, and I’m done the four books I brought.