Thursday, May 29, 2008

big mother

i am going to do something really brave here. i am going to admit i have been watching big brother. not religiously. but i do catch it every now and then mostly because it's the perfect compliment to a blog i read daily which goes to town on the nutters locked up in the Gold Coast compound.

i could go on all day about the shit that annoys me about the fame-hungry nuff nuffs on this show but i don't have the energy.

anyway, the show has prompted me to have a little rant about something else which has always bugged me. three intruders are going in on Sunday. i know, who cares, but anyway...one is a 25-year-old single mum. her daughter is seven. "I got knocked up at my school formal," she says. She's not from Wagga. Shock.

anyway, she also says her daughter is her "bestest friend in the whole wide world, like, totally", (may not be verbatim).

Two things.

One: what 25-year-old is best friends with a seven-year-old? the mother-daughter relationship is irrelevant. it's not normal but it does say a lot about mumma's mentality. the only thing i would have in common with a kid 18 years my junior is a passion for ice cream. mmm, ice cream...

Two: regardless of age, I cringe when I hear this. it's a crock of shit. i'm convinced people say it because they think it's enviable. it's not. it's creepy and i think you're weird.

First a cuddle, then matching boob jobs. Awesome.


this is not the first time bb viewers have been privy to such crap. very early on Dixie (a social worker in desperate need of some social work, if you ask me, but you didn't, and i told you anyway, moving on) was constantly teary and went on about how she wanted to go home because she missed her mum.

i'm talking day one or two here. suck it up, for god's sake.
anyway, she was going on and on about how she was so, like, totally close to her mum and they were, like best friends and told each other everything. ugh.
don't get me wrong, i love my mum and all that jazz but she does not get best friend privileges. not even close. and if she was inclined to offer me best friend privileges i would run away, eyes closed, ears blocked, singing "la la la la" until she was out of sight.
and, in conclusion, mum-and-daughter besties creep me the eff out.
thanks for listening, or reading, or skimming...whatever


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