The Great Beaner Debate

Late last night I received an email from a dear friend. Here's what she said, "found out my cuz is a fan of BB. he went to your blog. said the name of your blog was an understatement. ha!". Unicorns and rainbows shot across the sky when I read that. And here I thought I was being too nice. Let the daily massacre begin!

Another lazy day in California began with nothing too remarkable to report. The HG's wiped the sleep from their eyes, stretched their tired limbs, and were ready to attack the day with their characteristic aplomb. The day's conversations quickly turned to Lydia and what a hypocritical hose beast she's being. Russell noted that ever since he took Lydia off the block she never talks to him anymore, never rubs his rippling deltoids, never hints at showers promising blow jobs. Braden joined in the Lydia gossip saying that everyone in the house needs to get her out sooner rather than later. He said, "she'll cut your heads off while you're sleeping." And with that the tone of the day was set.

Lydia has totally changed since she's been taken off the block. She's confident, bitchy, and a little too arrogant for her own good. She's turned on everyone who's tried to help her out and has aligned herself with the Athletes. Yet I'm still remaining middle of the road on Lydia for the time being. I have a theory that if she was never nominated this first week that she'd still be everyone's favorite and never would have turned into the Sybil she became. I'm giving her one more week before I let her have a piece of my mind. That's all you're getting Lydia. Rarely do I give second chances so use this week wisely.

Some of the HG's have been noticing that some of their clothing has gone missing. Does this have something to do with a future comp? I think so.

So it's hot and sunny and some of the HG's are lounging outside. Braden has an inkling he's up shit's creek so he's determined not to leave the house without sinking whoever stood in his way and retelling over and over again his less than impressive resume. He's taken to rattling off his accomplishments, as well as his sexual conquests, repeatedly to anyone who'll give him the time of day. Boy wants to be a star. That's what he came in for. Well, Braden you got your wish!

What happened next still puzzles me. Braden, Lydia and Kevin were sitting in the BY and Braden was telling Lydia what a hypocrite she's been and that she probably wouldn't have gone home had she stayed on the block. Now she's done for. She's sunk her own battleship and she's going to have one hell of a fight staying in this game from here on out. So far, Braden is right on the money... well, until he brought Kevin into it. Braden told Lydia to get another tattoo on her ass and then told Kevin to get one on his cock. That's all she wrote. Fit hit the shan.

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Braden, Braden, Braden... you ignorant fuck. For those of you not in the know, yours truly just happens to be a beaner herself. My mother is 100% Mexican, I was raised in Cali, my grandmother hardly spoke English and called me mija. Don't let the blonde hair and green eyes fool you. I identify as Mexican. I always have. As a Mexican, only my mother (or other relatives) can EVER call me a beaner (she used to call my brother and I "little beaners" when we'd love to eat my grandmother's Albondigas Soup). The beaner rule is the same as the N-word or F-word rule. You don't say it unless you are one.

Braden assuming Kevin is a Mexican is beyond ignorant. Just because he's brown and in California he's Mexican? How fucking moronic can you be? Judging people on the color of their skin or ethnicity is just wrong. When Braden said, "What are you? You're just a Mexican from San Diego." he meant that as an out and out racial insult. It astonishes me that some people in the chat rooms said, "Oh, he just said it out of anger." If I ever said to someone, "Oh your just a colored fella from Mississippi" I would be labeled a racist and rightly so! What is this, 1960? The fact that that's the first insult Braden could come up is a glaring insight into his character. He's obviously had those thoughts before. Don't fool yourselves into thinking this was a one time thing with him.

Oh and Braden saying, "I'm fucking white and American!" Seriously?!? Seriously, did he just say that? Someone get the KKK on the horn because I've got a bang up new member for them. Braden you are a racist idiotic piece of shit and I hope you will forever have to be looking over your shoulder in fear. You better pray a Mexican angrier than me didn't see your little performance yesterday. Amber got crucified in the press over her antisemitic remarks and I'm thrilled I was able to get your tasteless remarks highlighted on dlisted yesterday. (http://dlisted.com/node/32931)

After that outburst most of the house distanced themselves from Braden. Kevin and Lydia went a step further telling Jordan that if she ever talked to Braden or Jeff again that they'd never talk to her. While Kevin and Lydia have a point, they have no right to tell Jordan who she can or can't talk to. Jeff called Braden's remarks highly inappropriate and I genuinely believe that Jeff was mildly horrified by the things Braden's said. Jordan didn't witness the fight in the backyard so she'll need to make up her own mind as to whether she wants to associate with Braden from here on out.

When Kevin and Lydia were confronting Jordan, Jordan fought back. She screamed to Lydia that she's never done anything to her to warrant being attacked or talked about (and she's right). Kevin interjected calling Jordan "too sweet" and saying the game will eat her alive. I'm sorry Kevin, but since when did being sweet become an evil attribute? I'm really on the fence with Kevin here. Who the hell does he think he is criticizing someone for being too nice? It's laughably ridiculous. He's obviously threatened by her or else he wouldn't give two shits what Jordan does. Kevin, like Lydia, you are also on 1 week's probation with me. Straighten up or you're toast.

Witness all the mayhem for yourself:

So much drama. Ugly drama too. Thankfully, Michele in her canary yellow hooker dress was there to brighten my spirits. This off the shoulder ruffled number is Michele's favorite ensemble. She remembers the day she bought it. It was 1996, her first year of college and her first time away from home. Michele and her roommate Debbie had gone shopping at the Salvation Army one day. Debbie was a unique girl... shaved head, combat boots, and a pierced eyebrow. Debbie had told Michele that she was a lesbian and Michele smiled thinking "lesbian" was akin to being "diabetic". She assumed Debbie would just give herself a few shots everyday and her lesbian condition would be kept under control. Little did Michele know...

It was a sweaty day in early September. Michele was still trying to fit in and Debbie made it her personal mission to help Michele out. They scoured the racks at the Salvation Army for hours finding only a striped purple tube top with the bottom all stretched out and a vintage army jacket with sweat stains under the pits. The girls were getting tired and were ready to throw in the towel until Michele spotted it... just a tiny glimpse of bright yellow peeking out from under a ripped feathered silk robe. Michele held the dress up to the light on it's simple wire hanger, the sun already beginning to set outside shot magnificent rays of red and pink illuminating the yellow dress like it was the second coming of Christ.

Debbie gazed upon it's magnificence. The girls looks at one another and smiled. No words needed to be said. They had found what they were looking for...

To be continued...

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