Big Brother: Addiction and eviction
When â€œBig Brotherâ€ made its Australian debut around the turn of the century, I tuned in a few million others. The premise was, if nothing else, an interesting social experiment â€“ a group of people willing to have the minutiae of their daily lives broadcast across the nation for mass consumption. And letâ€™s be honest here: voyeurism played a large part in the showâ€™s initial popularity. The adults-only program spoke to the shy, spotty teenager inside us all, the one who wished his attractive neighbour might accidentally leave the blinds open while changing one eveningâ€¦
But during the second or third season, I found myself staring vapidly at the TV screen as a bunch of nobodies lazed about and talked garbage â€“ which is a fair summation of the daily show. I realised my brain was almost entirely disconnected from what my eyes were seeing. I was wasting half an hour a night, 150 minutes a week, on nothing. I could be in the study working on a novel or taking the dog for a walk or talking to my girlfriend or doing one of a thousand things with more intrinsic value than gawping at a bunch of vacuous strangers whose lives were far less interesting than my own.
Yet at first, I couldnâ€™t give it up.
â€œBig Brotherâ€ was like an insidious drug â€“ I felt like I was getting something from it during the experience, but when it was gone it left me hollow intellectually and emotionally. Even knowing that, though, getting off my daily â€œBig Brotherâ€ hit was tough. What stupid thing would Christie say tomorrow? What was the latest screaming match about? Who is porking who? I needed to know these things, just like a junkie needs his next fix of smack.
What finally got me off the â€œBig Brotherâ€ gear were my own writing aspirations. I took stock of those 150 minutes a week (not to mention another 150 for the weekly eviction et al) and wondered what I might achieve if I devoted them to my then-unpublished stories and novels.
As a would-be writer, I also had cause to wonder how many talented television scribes were working in call centres or stacking shelves because â€œBig Brotherâ€ had stolen their daily bread with its meaningless brain-candy. Was it not possible that for every â€˜celebrityâ€™ housemate, a writer went unrecognised and unemployed?
And then there was the kicker: Kids were idolising the drivel-talking dunderheads that emerged from the â€œBig Brotherâ€ house. Rude, bed-hopping imbeciles were now cool. What do you want to be when you grow up, Timmy? I want to be a self-centred slacker who holds girls down and hits them in the face with my dick.
So for those reasons, I went cold turkey. I devoted those four or five precious hours a week to my writing. Lo and behold, good things started to happen. Publishers began to write responses that did not contain the word â€˜unfortunatelyâ€™. I felt better about myself, and my life improved in general.
About midway through â€œBig Brotherâ€â€™s run, I began to actively hate it. Whenever it came on, I changed the channel. It pained me to think of the young people rotting their minds each day when so much entertainment â€“ real, nutritious entertainment, or at least entertainment with some sort of point â€“ was available.
This year, much to my delight, â€œBig Brotherâ€â€™s ratings fell into the toilet.
I think I was ahead of most media commentators on this. As soon as the series began, I checked the weekly ratings guide in TV Week. For years â€œBBâ€ had hovered in the top 10 or 20, refusing to relinquish its position. But in 2008, it did not appear. Not even the debut episode did very well.
Then last week, we got the good news. â€œBig Brotherâ€ â€“ at least on Channel Ten â€“ is no more. Thereâ€™s some talk that other free-to-air stations will vie for it, but I doubt theyâ€™re that stupid. It will probably end up on pay TV for a year or two and fade away.
So what killed it? Diminishing novelty value is undoubtedly one factor. But I believe the key reason is that its core audience â€“ the tweens and teens who were naive enough to idolise half-witted â€˜beautiful peopleâ€™ â€“ are now adults. And the next generation of youngsters donâ€™t see show as â€˜theirsâ€™. They have their own viewing fads, hopefully with more redeeming values than â€œBig Brotherâ€.
As a writer, I bid fond good riddance to â€œBig Brotherâ€ and hope we can now return to programming that requires actual skill to conceive and create. Speaking of which, what has Channel Ten done with â€œBurn Noticeâ€?
Kris Ashton is gaining a reputation as one of Australiaâ€™s hottest SF writers. His new short story â€˜Modificationsâ€™ is available via podcast at www.welltoldtales.com.
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Zedd - If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? (Well, answer my question!)
Arrow (Okay, Felicity from Arrow!)
Chrissy Costanza (cat eyes and buttery lyrics!)
Girls (TV) (Okay, Allison Williams!)
Movies - especially when they play in the dark.
Twin Peaks (TV)
Friends (TV) (It had me at "No way are you cool enough to pull Clint"; damn straight, Chandler!)
Traveling - preferably where water is, so I can splash someone!
Star Wars trilogy - no, the other one, fella!
Alex G - far more talented than her younger brother Alex H
Cameron Crowe movies - Say Anything..., Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous
The sign 'Free Wi-Fi'.
Reenacting dance/song scenes from "Grease" with my little girl (hey! Wait till you see my 'Summer Lovin'! - don't judge)
Die Hard - 40 stories of Sheer Adventure!
Alex Goot & Friends (his enemies aren't half as talented!)
Cooking up a nice dish and sitting in the entertainment area, on a cool night, basking in it's greatness.
Inflatable kids pools full of Vodka Lime Crush.
Acidic Email from angry, over passionate teenagers after I trash something "Twilight"-related on the site. Sparkle elsewhere.
My baby girl's big, caring heart.