"But it was alright, everything was alright, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother." - George Orwell Before I watched an episode from this season of Big Brother, I wondered how I'd managed to go 15 seasons without ever seeing it. I knew of entire communities devoted to obsessing over the doings and transpirings taking place in what I assumed was some sort of heavily fortified compound made to seem hospitable (like Acapulco), but for whatever reason I'd never bothered to watch it myself. After watching a single episode, I'm even more convinced I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with people. Something significant happened on Day 1, or...
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