Blog CemeteryBig Brother is ruining my relationship
May 3rd 2007 01:54
Big Brother is ruining my relationship.
And, er, I’m not sure that I care. I’m addicted to the trashy Aussie reality TV series. My boyfriend isn’t addicted. Really isn’t. At all.
Last night, I went over his place and proceeded to sit through 1.5 hours of Big Brother (which was only meant to be one hour, but it went over time as usual – yes, I’m the Queen of the Remote in this household!) My boyf (let’s call him Mr Pushover) spent the night fixing his computer, checking eBay and, er, not talking to me and generally doing anything to avoid watching the series (up-close shots of Emma, not included). Then, he was all shitty when he dropped me home that I wasn’t paying enough attention to him and was addicted to BB.
Why can’t guys get into trash?????
Obviously, some do, otherwise there wouldn’t be any lads in the Big Brother house. Though they probably wouldn’t watch it if they themselves weren’t on it… But still…
Sometimes I think I enjoy the time I spend doing trashy stuff – reading chick lit novels in bed, watching romantic comedies in my PJs and gossiping about Big Brother – than I like, well, actually hanging out with my boyfriend. Is that sad?
Is it sad that I’m beginning to enjoy a girls’ night in with the box to time spent with my fella?
Maybe it’s that 2.5-year relationship hump. Or maybe it’s just the power of Big Brother.
Sometimes I’m so hooked I don’t want a show to end or I start imagining how cool it would be if I was in the BB pad with the housemates – then, I think about buying a packet of Starburst so I can score a gold key and ticket to getting on the series. Then, I stop and think, ‘Do I really want Australia to be watching me pluck my eyebrows and squeeze my pimples, when I can watch the goldfish bowl from the safety and comfort of my own lounge and stab people in the back without any viewers watching me?’
Let’s hope someone’s watching this space…
And, er, I’m not sure that I care. I’m addicted to the trashy Aussie reality TV series. My boyfriend isn’t addicted. Really isn’t. At all.
Last night, I went over his place and proceeded to sit through 1.5 hours of Big Brother (which was only meant to be one hour, but it went over time as usual – yes, I’m the Queen of the Remote in this household!) My boyf (let’s call him Mr Pushover) spent the night fixing his computer, checking eBay and, er, not talking to me and generally doing anything to avoid watching the series (up-close shots of Emma, not included). Then, he was all shitty when he dropped me home that I wasn’t paying enough attention to him and was addicted to BB.
Obviously, some do, otherwise there wouldn’t be any lads in the Big Brother house. Though they probably wouldn’t watch it if they themselves weren’t on it… But still…
Sometimes I think I enjoy the time I spend doing trashy stuff – reading chick lit novels in bed, watching romantic comedies in my PJs and gossiping about Big Brother – than I like, well, actually hanging out with my boyfriend. Is that sad?
Is it sad that I’m beginning to enjoy a girls’ night in with the box to time spent with my fella?
Maybe it’s that 2.5-year relationship hump. Or maybe it’s just the power of Big Brother.
Sometimes I’m so hooked I don’t want a show to end or I start imagining how cool it would be if I was in the BB pad with the housemates – then, I think about buying a packet of Starburst so I can score a gold key and ticket to getting on the series. Then, I stop and think, ‘Do I really want Australia to be watching me pluck my eyebrows and squeeze my pimples, when I can watch the goldfish bowl from the safety and comfort of my own lounge and stab people in the back without any viewers watching me?’
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Comment by David
I don't care if Boyfriend reads this.
There's a few solutions to this problem.
1. Boyfriend needs to grow up ... and stop throwing hissy-fits ... (Find something to do for an hour-and-a-half. [Tell him that's a joke, okay? ...
2. You need to watch it at your place. And tell him it's your 'me' time. Let him come over and visit, as long as he shuts up and leaves the remote alone.
3. Get to his place half-an-hour before the show starts, put out. Have some wild animal sex.
4. Have quickies during the ad breaks.
5. Tell him to forget e-Bay and surf net porn. (But think of you while he's whacking off ...
It sounds like a pretty normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship to me.
My ex girlfriend used to watch so much trash. And it wasn't like she didn't have an amazing intellect.(She was a financial accountant and Uni honours student). I asked her why she did it. She said. "Well I work all day long. I just want to chill out and wind down a bit. I don't want anything that taxes my brain at night."
I used to watch a few shows with her. Late-night 'Breakers' (pure soapie trash) was one of her favourites.
We developed all of these 'mating' calls for our favourite shows ... I liked Law & Order ... (That came with a standard DOONG DOONG ...
Football (in the days it was exclusively on Channel 7) came with a trumpet call ... etc ...
Best way for a bloke to please his girlfriend (and get regular sex) is to watch the shows she likes watching ...
I really enjoyed reading this. It was real.
David ...