Golden Boy No More

So I was down at the homophobic rant store yesterday and I picked up a little something for everyone. Once upon a time it was a glistening golden infallible beacon of hope. Now it's just a chipped tarnished fountain of hate. I hope you like it! Maybe you can put it up on your mantel and listen to it spew slurs during Christmas dinner. Or perhaps you could let little Jenny or Johnny take it to school for show-and-tell. It's never too early to teach your children the importance of blanket statement hatred. Fasten your seatbelts bitches, it's going to be a bumpy ride. Let's recap, shall we?



The day began with young love. Young, twisted, dysfunctional, creepy, masochistic love. Brendon and Rachel are sitting in the backyard doing that thing they do: he berates her, she whines, he berates her some more, she fake cries, he sucks the life out of her, she apologizes, searching tongues find slurpy happiness. It's gross. It's really really fucking gross. I don't know who this Brendon is or who this Rachel is, but they're not the Brendon and Rachel of yesteryear. Maybe they're pod people. Maybe it's a case of body snatching. I don't know what the hell is going on, but Rachel is merely a sliver of the loud, brash, confident person she used to be. She's a whiny insecure fraction of herself exhibiting the mannerisms of a woman who gets beat up emotionally on a daily basis. Witnessing what I'm witnessing and seeing her fumble to find some sense of self, I'm not the least bit surprised that she forgave Brendon his penis exposing indiscretions and began planning a wedding instead.

According to Brendon, everything Rachel does in this game is wrong. She drinks too much, she talks to the wrong people, she says inappropriate things, she's tarnishing their public image. It's an endless list of criticism and complaints from Brendon while Rachel simply eats it up with a spoon and apologizes while she does it. I've never particularly cared for Rachel, but I also never pegged her as a needy and insecure person. This girl was a beast last summer. She never questioned herself, she spoke her mind and she certainly never let that little bitch boy boss her around. Whatever has happened from last summer to this summer is downright scary. Rachel isn't the type of person I'd ever want to be friends with in real life, but I don't like to see any woman, no matter who she is, treated like shit by a man. Or... maybe I do?



In this particular fight, Brendon began by lecturing Rachel on the consequences of her drinking. He does that phony flippant thing where he says, "Well *shrugs shoulders* maybe it was a mistake to come here again. I only came here for you. Maybe I should just throw the HOH." It's a remark designed to make Rachel feel both guilty and angry. It's her fault they're there in the first place, it's her fault she's fucking things up and it'll be her fault if they lose the game. It's all kinds of disgusting - on both ends. Rachel is just as guilty as Brendon is. She's letting him manipulate her. She's allowing him to make her feel like shit. I don't know about you, but I turned up the volume on my headset and leaned in a little closer not wanting to miss a beat.



After Brendon threatens to throw the HOH, Rachel threatens to reveal something personal that they're dealing with at home. *bites fist* Brendon flares his nostrils, tells her not to "go there" and threatens her back with "You'll be making a big mistake." *daintily tips a toe into a bowl of glitter* After Brendon threatens to throw HOH yet again, Rachel replies, "You better not. It's not like you're good at them anyways." *dumps entire bowl of glitter onto head* Awesome. It's cringeworthy, it's yucky, it's creepy and, who am I kidding here, it's awesome. It's bursting with fruit flavor awesome. Last season I couldn't stomach these two going at it, but this season I'm riveted. The strange twisty dynamic, the threats hurled back and forth, the codependent dysfucntionality. I'm in. I'm so in. I want to lather up in it, make my skin all creamy and stick my face in the bubbles and blow.

When the fight finally ended in a tongue wrestling match, I was sad and depleted. I wanted them to start up again. I wanted Brendon to start from the beginning and accuse Rachel of stealing beers. I wanted Rachel to scrunch her face up and try to squeeze out tears. All at once I was horrified yet incredibly entertained. Is it possible that I actually like Brendon having the upperhand? The more I flesh this out and the more I compare them to BB12 Brenchel, the more I think I actually prefer the newly dysfunctional BB13 version. I'm going to hell aren't I? Oh well. It's not like heaven wants me. It's like that My Ruin quote, "Heaven doesn't want me and Hell's afraid I'll take over." *shrugs shoulders* Whatevs.



So the strangely delicious fight ends and the house's attention to some ridiculous stuffed turtle called Franklin. I've never mentioned Franklin before because, quite frankly, I couldn't be less interested. It's like women who talk in baby talk and cover their bed in stuffed animals. No offense, but I don't want to know you. I don't want to see your Edward Cullen sticker collection and I certainly don't want to meet your 200 cats. So you can imagine how horrified I was while watching the entire house plot and plan a court trial to find the missing (and hopefully disemboweled) turtle friend. They were gathering evidence, putting it in plastic bags, assigning counsel and practicing their opening remarks. As the grumpy juice runs thick through my veins, I switched off the feeds, put on some Mickey Avalon and went out for a run. "Let's get naked, shake your moneymaker, baby Imma show you how"



After hydrating with a jug of gin, I was ready to dive into the feeds again. And what do we have here? Another Brendon and Rachel spat! Hooray. So the Oldies are up in the HOH room discussing Datsun and how she follows Rachel around like a lost puppy. Rachel whines and says, "But I liiiiiike her. If you think she's ruining my game then maybe we should get rid of her." and then Brendon smacked Rachel across the face with a frying pan. No, not really. Instead he told her she's not allowed to talk to Isuzu unless someone else is with her. Daniele interjects and says that if Rachel decides to keep Keef then all she has to do is just say the word. Apparently, Daniele likes Keef as a person, but will do whatever Rachel wants her to do. Rachel hides under the covers, peers out occasionally and begins the self inflicted mental torture of who to evict. Rachel thinks Keef is nice too and she'd like him to have a fair shot in the game. Both Daniele and Brendon reacted to this with, "Keith has had more of a fair shot than any of us! We all have targets on our back!" Rachel moans a little more and then finally agrees with them. Even though everyone hates Subaru, the consensus is that they'll keep her in the game.



And now we arrive at what the BB world was all up in arms about last evening. It involves a Big Brother prince, a stand up Newbie and an innocent fairy tale character. The scene takes place in the HOH room where Jeff, Jordan, Kalia, Daniele, Brendon and Rachel are discussing books and authors. They begin discussing J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter. Kalia says that the character of Dumbledore, the head master, is gay. Jeff gasps and says that it's "perverted" to make that character gay. Kalia replies that it was probably meant as a teaching tool to instruct kids that being gay is ok. Jeff then launches into a hate filled tirade where 2+2=5 and Dumbledore would, naturally - because all gay men are pedophiles you know - want to fondle Harry Potter's balls. Kalia asks, "Gay men can't work with little kids?" and Jeff replies that it's "not right" and that kids shoudn't be sent away to a fantasy camp without their parents where the man in charge is gay. Kalia flat out doesn't understand his logic and tries to keep the conversation somewhat civil. She's not yelling. She's not angry. She's simply just trying to understand where Jeff is coming from. Jeff responds by accusing Kalia of being "PC" for TV and tells her to shut the fuck up. Kalia then informs Jeff that her little sister is gay. Jeff replies, "I don't fucking care if your sister is gay!"



Oh Jeff. Jeffy Weffy Jeff Jeff. I'll get to you in a second, bigot. First off, I'd like to applaud Kalia. I know I've given her a hard time over the past few days, but I'm glad she stood her ground. Not only am I angry at Jeff for the vile ignorance he so proudly spews, but I'm angry with the other people in the room as well. The people who sat idly by and didn't say a word: Rachel, Brendon, Daniele and Jordan. If I'm in a room with someone perpetuating intolerance, I speak up. It's just the type of person I am. Injustice makes me angry and when we bottle up our feelings about it we only perpetuate it.



Now, I see some people saying that Jeff is getting a bad rap and that a lot of us are blowing this out of proportion. My response to that is: fuck you. Fuck. You. This isn't the first time Jeff has spouted gay slurs and it certainly won't be his last. You're just pissed off that your Golden Boy isn't as perfect as you want him to be. Defending his behavior is defending his ideals and that makes you a bigot too. So go wrap yourselves up in your fluffy comforters of hate and continue to lie to yourselves about how flawless your Big Brother prince is. Ask yourselves why Jeff got angry no one backed him up. Ask yourselves why he got called into the DR all of a sudden and emerged with a scowl on his face. Ask yourselves why he abruptly decided to not participate in the big preplanned turtle trial. Ask yourselves. Go on. Do it. He did all of those things because he knows. He knows, Big Brother knows and the viewers know that one, Mr. Jeff Schroeder, is a homophobic bigot who needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut and his temper in check.

CBS won't air his rant. They'll keep him cloaked in a protective pod of light and goodness. Most of America won't ever know the intolerance that resides inside of Jeff. He'll get off again like he got off before when he attacked Russell and I wouldn't be surprised if he walks away with a fat check for America's Favorite. It's unfair and it's sad. He offended a lot of people last night and I think the second he gets out of the house you should let him know about it. Perhaps educate him. He's not a bright guy so maybe it all stems from some sort of stupidity and ignorance. I don't know. I don't know what would make someone explode so irrationally about a character in a children's book. All I know is I'm done with Jeff Schroeder.

And that's that. The HG's got a golf set to practice with and I was spent. It was a great live feed day with enough drama to keep me glued to the screen. I'm interested to see what Ragan has to say about it all on Rumor Control today. If you haven't gotten your feeds yet, now is the perfect time. You don't want to miss another day like yesterday. Comment it out bitches and have a great day!

Farting With Purpose

Wine, spirits, ales, nectars of the gods, Bacchanalian delights... life is a celebration meant to be whirled like a dervish. Slurping from the teat of a moonshine jug is the only way I know how to get out of bed in the morning. It's my cup o' joe, my cheerios, my crumbling old pop tart from when sundresses and Doc Martens were a good idea. Only when the razor sharp world outside becomes a fuzzy jumble of greens and browns do I truly feel alive. Naked, uninhibited and wondering where that bruise on my thigh came from is par for the course when your blood alcohol level is always 2.0. Muddled memories, clumsy trysts with someone whose name you forgot you ask, "Plan B please, sir"... hey, we've all been there and some of us (ahem) are still there. And this, dear readers, is why I'm making history today. I'm about to be nice to Rachel. Clutch your pearls and hide the glitter bitches. This may be the first of many or the one and only. No one can say. Let's recap, shall we?

So yesterday I gave Kalia a bit of a hard time. I criticized her appearance, mocked her personality and compared her to a homeless person. Well, why ruin a good thing? Let's do it again! The woman who lacks the energy to stand upright has come up with a plan. Kalia tells Brendon that she'd like to be nominated next week, have Lawon get evicted, and then get the Golden Key thus guaranteeing her safety. Well, I'd like a pretty pink unicorn who shits diamonds, but we can't all get what we want now, can we? Once she has the Golden Key and is safe for the next three weeks, Kalia tells Brendon she'll vote however the Oldies want her to vote. It's basically the laziest possible way to get to the Jury House. Minimal effort, low risk, yawn yawn, ass scratch.

Brendon listens to what Kalia is offering and advises her to act like Keith is staying this week. You see, Brendon also has a plan. It's called Psychosmurfological Warfair (this is Brendon we're talking about here so it's "fair" not "fare"). Brendon wants to sneak inside the minds of the Newbies by having both Kalia and Shelly pretend that they're voting to keep Keith. As a result the Newbies will fall into a lulled sense of contentment believing that they have the 6-4 vote to overrule the Oldies and evict Hyundai. In reality, the 6-4 vote will be to evict Keith, not keep him. The shock and awe from the unexpected eviction will then throw the Newbies into such a flustered state that it'll be physically impossible for them to beat the Oldies in the next HOH. It's too soon for me to tell how the Newbies will react. Could Brendon's plan work or could it fuel their anger to the point of brutal vengeance? *shrugs shoulders* I have no idea. Cassi and Dom are the wild cards here. Plus, you know deep down Lawon can't stand Keef. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

In addition to Kalia's "Just Let Me Coast Until I'll Make The Jury" plan, she also tells Brendon that she's very calculated and everything that comes out of her has intention behind it. That belch yesterday was filled with longing. The fart last night was ejected with malice. The burp 2 minutes ago? Well, that one was saying "I'm fucking lazy and disgusting. I'm so Carrie Bradshaw!" Whatever. It's like when people go out of their way to tell you how smart or classy they are. It's all bullshit. Kalia isn't calculating anything more than 1 fart + 1 hiccup x 3 belches = someone who needs a Tums.

While I see it all as complete horse manure, Brendon laps that shit up and decides to divulge every single secret the Oldies are holding onto. He proceeds to tell Kalia how Dick leaving really screwed up the Oldies game, how the Oldies think Adam might be playing both sides, how the HOH crew trusts Shelly and how whoever nominates Brenchel or Jejo is done for. Why not just tell her your ATM pin code and your Social Security Number? You see, Brendon is suffering from an extreme case of hubris. He's under the impression that he's a master Big Brother gamesman and that not only does he have this whole season under control, but he has much to teach the neophytes. *sigh* Brendon you're a penis skyper and that's all. You're not an All Star. You're not someone people look up to. You're a guy who cried on youtube for flashing your junk to anonymous fans. Alumnus does not equal Hall Of Famer.

So eventually Kalia leaves and Rachel enters. She immediately begins to disrobe sending Father Brendon, the pious hall monitor, into a tizzy. He freaks out that her boobs are already all over the internet and that he doesn't want anymore photos of the future mother of his children out for public consumption. Rachel should've replied with, "Well, I don't want the penis of the father of my future children all over the interwebs!" Instead, she whined and sheepishly went into the bathroom to change. The relationship they have is strange to say the least. As far as I'm concerned. Rachel has the upperhand. Brendon had the skype scandal, not her. She should be holding that shit over his head til kingdom come, but instead she's letting him boss her around and treat her like a child. I'm making a prediction right now: the wedding will not happen. They'll get through this season, do the post BB13 press/parties and then sometime in the Fall it'll all be over. Stamp that. Notarize it. That's what's going to happen.

Checking in on some other HG's, we find Jeff and Adam outside working out. Jeff is on the elliptical while Adam is swinging around some Heavy Hands (Remember those? "I walk with Heavy Hands!") while walking back and forth. The conversation turns to Cabriolet and how Adam thinks it might be better to get rid of her now rather than later. His logic is that you should get rid of the strong people early. As an example, he cites how Jeff kept Russell in BB11 way too long. Jeff doesn't really say too much in response and I'm not really sure Adam was even expecting a retort. It's abundantly clear to me that Adam is extremely resentful of the Oldies' presence in the game. I'm getting the distinct impression that he feels like they're stealing his thunder. He went in wanting to be Dick 2.0, but all he is is a Newbie with no fanbase to speak of. He is, however, a conoisseur of the game and tells Jeff that he thinks the first HOH competition after the last Golden Key is given out will be endurance. He gives BB9 as an example - when the couples ended in BB9, endurance followed.

They chithcat a little bit about more about Honda and the upcoming vote. Adam is on the fence because while he thinks Buick is a strong competitor, he also suspects that Keef will hold a grudge. Prius might be loyal to the Oldies, but will they pay a price once the Golden Keys are gone? The conversation ends without a resolution, but if I were Jeff, I'd get rid of Adam as soon as possible. His agenda is clear. He wants the Oldies out and he wants to be the one who does it. Daniele sees it. I just wonder why the others don't as well.



In the Have-Not room we find Kalia and Lawon talking about Keef. Kalia doesn't understand why Keef won't go up to the HOH to talk to Rachel about staying in the game. She thinks it's a respect thing that all the HOH's are entitled to. All nominees should grovel and she's mystified as to why Keef is so proud. She's also very annoyed with the fact that Keef only dates white girls. In her hip Carrie Bradshaw "sex, romance, fun!" mind, it's offensive for black guys to only date white women. Then she says she's far more worldly than Keef because she went to a black college and he didn't. *throws hands in the air* You know what? Kalia is full of a lot of hot air. No wonder she's so fucking gaseous. The discussion ends with Kalia telling Lawon that Toyota doesn't have to do a damn thing this week. Keef will inevitably sink his own battleship. Wait a tic... I thought Kalia was supposed to be pretending to keep Keef in the house. I don't know what game she's playing, but it's certainly not Big Brother. It's something else entirely. Something fraught with jealousy and insecurity.

As much I'd love to stop talking about Kalia, I just can't stay away because do you know what happens next? The black Carrie Bradshaw, in all of her stylish wisdom, advises that toothpicks are great for picking your nose. And, wait for it... her feet also happen to smell really horrible right now. I'll bet that's exactly what Sarah Jessica Parker said when she rolled into the Vogue offices to turn in her latest article, "Isn't the pastel Marc Jacob bag divine? I can't wait to get my hands on the new patent YSL accessories. Hot damn, do my feet stink!" Yup. Verbatim.



This brings us to early evening. The HG's are informed that slop ends tonight at midnight (to which Kalia screams like a deranged psycho) and a bevy of alcoholic refreshments are delivered. Rachel descends the staircase in a sort of strangely awkward Norma Desmond kind of a way. It's faux humble skip to the center of the room where everyone oohs and ahhs over her sparkles. Rachel does a "Oh, this old thing! It was just hanging on the back of the chair." Sure, Rachel. Whatever you say.

Drink, drink, drink. Rachel pours half a bottle of wine for herself and offers the others a tablespoon each. She rounds up the troops to play some Big Booty, but only a handful of HG's join her. Big Booty is some dumbass drinking game that Rachel thinks feedsters want to watch. Personally, I've never seen it. I know I'll hate it so everytime they start it, I save myself the agony and flip the switch. Anyhow, merriment ensues, dancing takes place and Jordan sits in a corner wallowing in her own misery. She refuses to dance, she refuses to smile and I wonder if someone shouldn't stick a mirror under her nose to she if she's still breathing. It's ridiculous that she's in this house when she so obviously doesn't want to be there. Being on Big Brother is a privilege. It's not a summer respite from learning how to clean a stained bicuspid.

Eventually, the partying winds down and Brendon and Rachel go up to the HOH to get some shuteye. Not so fast there jiggly tits. Brendon has a little lecturing to do first. Apparently, Rachel and Lincoln Continental hid some beers, acted like assholes and were annoying to everyone in general. Rachel shouted Brendon's pet names across the backyard for all to hear and now his reputation as an upstanding non penis skyping citizen is tarnished. You see, after BB13 is over, Brendon wants to get married, start his career, have some kids and live a normal life. Grumpy Funsucker can't have his future wife prancing all around the backyard drooling down the front of her glittery top while the world watches and blogs about it. Listen here Penis Man, the only way I want Rachel on my feeds is if she's drunk and insane. If she's not sucking up the naughty juice, then I want her Charlie Manson eyed and off her rocker. The last thing I want from you, Testicalius, is giving Rachel pointers on how to compose herself in a ladylike fashion. Let the bitch do her thing. You're not her father. You're her lover. You've been dealing with the crazy Rachel train for about a year now and clearly it's working out for you. So shut up and let her do what she needs to do. If I had it my way, I'd sponsor her like in Hunger Games and just send her bottle after bottle after bottle of tequila. She's no good to me unless she's a hot mess. The last thing anyone wants is a boring thoughtful Rachel. Red headed harlot to the end, baby. (Well, maybe not to the end, but definitely for the first several weeks)

And there you have it. It seems like the house is entering into a pattern where it's one day of excitement and one day of boredom. If my theory holds true, then today will probably suck. We'll have to see what happens. I am, however, glad that the gameplay is picking up a little bit. The jealousy towards Cassi is growing and I wonder what sort of bodily function Kalia will delight us with today. Comment it out bitches and have a great day!

I added a few polls just for fun (top right hand corner) so be sure to vote so we can see where everyone's head is at.

Also, the Bitchy Big Brother Fantasy Game is kicking off today. The big weiner will get an Amazon Gift Card so be sure to make your picks and get ready to talk some trash. You have to be a member of the Bitchy Network to play so for today only I'm offering a half off discount to anyone who joins. Simply click HERE, register, pay HALF of the membership fee and then do nothing. I'll approve you. Once you're in, go to BB13 Bitches and join the game. We had a killer Survivor: Redemption Island game where the winner won by only ONE point. BarefootDrunk (you can follow her on Twitter @BarefootDrunk) has whipped up a new BB13 version putting bounties on all the Oldies heads. It should be a good time. See you there!