Oh lordie, my first impression of Big Brother 10 is that an intervention needs to be held to stop Julie Chen from using all that glitter. I felt like there was a disco ball in my living room the moment the Chen-bot came on the screen. I almost didn’t hear her as she proudly proclaimed, this is the most diverse group of Big Brother contestants. Apparently she also needs a dictionary. One gay cowboy and a Rudy from Survivor clone do not make this show historic. However, I was very glad to hear that there are no surprise relationship twists. These are truly 13 strangers stuck in a game of deceit and betrayal. Early on I gotta say I’m in love with Remy (or Reny), the soon to be first evicted houseguest from New Orleans. She’s my kind of crazy, which unfortunately means she’s already stirred the pot too much. Also, loving the fact that there are no less then two sanctimonious Jesus freaks. My only hope is that like so many “god fearing” contestants of season’s past, they find themselves on the wrong end of the game and America’s public perception. As for the great grandfather, who never taught his kids about birth control, I loved seeing his eyes pop out when he touched one of the blond airheads rack. If the old coot had up and died there, who would have been given the HoH? Far too early to predict a winner, but I think based on the egos and the personalities, this might not be the most diverse edition but it should be one of the most cringe worthy.
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