I started watching Big Brother this season, partially because of Dee and Rick Devens and partially because my co-workers have been on me for years to try it. Well, spoiler alert: I love it. I love the constant strategizing. I love the drawing and redrawing of alliances. I love that it’s happening in real time. I love being able to jump into the live feeds. I love the goofy competitions. I love everything about it, apart from one elephant that’s sleeping in the have-not room: the fans.
The Big Brother fandom, or at least the segment of the fanbase that openly talks about the show on social media, is the most obsessive, deranged and unhealthy group I have ever seen. Mean-spirited, stalkerish and obnoxiously hypocritical, it’s toxic, even by the standards of other toxic fanbases, and I should know, as someone who almost exclusively loves things that attract compulsive weirdos.
