Very few things instill in me any sort of faith in humanity.
Fewer still are the instances in which I want to fall to my knees and weep with joy at the apparent redemption of my fellow man, and emphatically renounce all the times I've labeled the general public a bunch of "characterless cack swilling cunts!".

Still, yesterday the decision makers at Channel 4 reaffirmed my faith in humanity by axeing the narcissistic lunatic parade that is Big Brother.

Big Brother has (for better for worse) become something as a cultural zeitgeist, encapsulating the face of popular culture for the best part of a decade, transcending its televisual roots to become a media phenomenon.
When a new gaggle of self absorbed simpletons are shepherded into the Big Brother house to argue about milk and attempt to fuck eachother, a news hungry member of the populace can't help but be assaulted with images and editorial plastered all over the printed and electronic press of these conceited shits and their various forms of outlandish hair.

The fact that it has become the very institution that it has raises some very serious questions about our cultural palette.

Nonetheless, it seems that the proletariat aren't quite the thoughtless, autodidactic shitmunchers I had presumed them to be because slowly but surely they've been coming to their senses and tuning out of Endemol's progressively crass attempts to get colourful, bubbly morons to fight and fornicate on live television.

Personally I couldn't be happier, although I'm not naiive enough to assume that this is the beginning of the end for the reality TV phenomenon.
Perhaps the Hydra's biggest and ugliest head has been severed but the beast is still alive and writhing perversely at my snobbish artistic sensibilities.

Perhaps one day people will also tire of moderately talented and attractive young ladies who think that the only way into the music industry is to win it on The X Factor.

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I can but hope!

















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