Must the show go on?

There are things in life that ironically take on greater import when ignored. Generally, they are things that deep down you have some level of feeling about but are either too embarrassed or too cowardly to make known. When these issues arise in personal relationships, their avoidance can spell ruin. No doubt most of us know the kind. Those niggling suspicions about some aspect of our partner's behaviour that never gets confronted; but instead swells like one of those 'Grow a Lover' toys that you immerse in water and 72 hours later they are 10X their original size.

My relationship with Big Brother, 'celebrity' or plebeian, has the same effect on me. Except rather than me growing 10X in size, it is my baseline of contempt that magnifies. I know they say familiarity breeds contempt, but certainly that is not the case here? Out of all the contestants listed in this morning's paper, I recognised two (which I am guessing is average for a Yank confronted with Z-list Brit celebs). So if the familiarity is not with the contestants, who is it with? Could it be with me? Shamefully, yes.

The one thing that BB brings to my life each season is an automatic criterion for discrimination. It becomes my weapon of mass character assassination (WMCA) and nobody is safe. Long-term partners, friends, colleagues are all cut to pieces at the first admittance of BB viewing. Never mind years of loyalty, devotion and love; in the face of such dubious fascination with fame nothing matters. Now any BB luvvies out there; please don't go hating me, cursing me, or worse deleting me. It is only a temporary separation.

Besides, something tells me it must be a foreigner's fate. Because if it were an American Celebrity Big Brother I, too, might find it hard to resist. Out with Leo Sayer and in with John Davidson. Move over H from Steps and let in Vanilla Ice. Ah, the fun I could have. But this is Britain and I am on cultural detox so this is the end (of BB talk on CS), my friend.

Are there any other BB snobs out there?