It's finally here! Like Ralphie in A Christmas Story,
I've been waiting all year to put my eye out with the BB gun known as Big Brother 11
. I love to hate houseguests, I love to fall in love with people I thought I'd hate, and I love observing this insane social experiment in all its glory.
This season the experiment is about cliques, with the houseguests divided into four subgroups. There was an episode of the new sitcom Better Off Ted
where the boss randomly assigned all employees one of four themes for their cubicles, and instantly the employees formed cliques around each random theme, even though they had no interest in astronauts or cats.
The moral was that, if you create random subdivisions, people will
inherently form tight bonds with those who they would otherwise have
nothing in common with. Big Brother 11
hopes to prove the same
hypothesis, that people are sheep, willing to blindly accept and bond
with whomever they are told to group with.
Julie Chen makes a nice joke about being pregnant while wearing the most ridiculous black dress that only drapes over one shoulder. But before the show starts, it's time for obviously staged vignettes where the houseguests are given their keys.
Jeff is a major league jock, Ronnie is obscenely nerdy and geeks out over his key. Jordan is a total ditz and Natalie is feisty and into martial arts.
Kevin is gayer than Christmas. Imagine the gayest thing you can, multiply it by 10, and that's Kevin. Chima might be smart, but she also seems like a Deal or No Deal
Braden is a part-time surfer and full-time douchebag. Michele works in a lab, mixing chemicals, and she also looks exactly like Ginnifer Goodwin, so I'm in love with her.
Russell is an MMA fighter who looks exactly like an MMA fighter should. Laura calls herself a "sweet bitch" and she was the most ginormous boobs ever. Seriously, I think they're attacking me. Lydia is the cool tattooed chick and Casey is a big dorky old dude.(1) (2) (3) (4) NEXT>>
-John Kubicek, BuddyTV Senior Writer
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