I was in Vegas this past weekend, and even surrounded by thousands of tourists from Taiwan to Topeka, I was still wondering what the outcome of the game was going to be. I sent a text message to B-Side to get the results, and happily interrupted my dinner at the Bellagio (the crab cakes at Olives? delish) to get an update of the results. I was less than happy with the outcome, but that didn't temper my enthusiasm for a night at Light, drinking my night away on $12 vodka tonics. When I returned home and things finally started settling in, I realized that Ivette was HOH, which means that our dear Janey was the likely target. Even with a scant two weeks remaining in the house, those were two weeks that I would definitely enjoy more with Janelle in the house.

Tonight, I was quickly reminded why I could not stand the Friendship. As soon as Beau left, people started crying and saying how they miss him. I am not disparaging that, we all deal with loss in our own ways. What I am getting sick of, however, is the constant canonization of a member of the Friendship as soon as they leave the house. Of Beau's departure, April opined "It is very, very sad. All we can do is remember Beau in this house and take a piece of him with us." OK, what in the hell is that supposed to mean? Beau did not die. He is not going be cremated and have his ashes divvied up among the Friendship to keep in urns on their mantles.

Fortunately, the rest of the logic in the house was alive and well. Take Maggie's statement, for instance. She said that even though she wasn't HOH, she felt like she was the one who was sending a person home. Again, I don't even understand how she can't see the irony in her own statements. It was almost like Maggie was trying to tell us that she was in a competition, and each week she got to help decide who was going to go home. How can a person actually survive being this stupid? Much more of this, and I am going to send Les Moonves the emergency room bill after I am forced to gouge my own eyes out to get the pain to stop.

But have no fear, there was Ivette to put it all into perspective for us. She was crushed that Beau was leaving, and it all went back to - who else? Cappy! Poor Ivette, she was going to have to survive now without Eric or Beau, sort of like how she was able to survive without having met them in the first place. After that, she began to complain that since her partner was gone, she would "only" have the chance of winning half a million. As somebody who hasn't made $500,000 in their entire working life (admittedly, I have only been a blog hero for one year now), I would have to say that complaining about your prize on a reality show is almost one of the dumbest things that you can do.

Ivette was the last person currently in the house who did not win HOH, and she was THRILLED to win. Immediately after she won, she had to celebrate, and instantly ran to the one thing that could comfort her the most. And so she sought refuge in the arms of oversized Ikea patio furniture. When those synthetic devices were not enough to keep her happy, she ran into the house screaming "I'm HOH. I'm HOH!" With her chance to once and for all show the world what good sportsmanship is like, she instead screams about her win to the top of her lungs. Does she not deserve to celebrate? Of course she does, but that is not the point. What she did was remind us of how Howie and Janelle and any of their allies were selfish poor sports that shouldn't be allowed to live.

Posted by J-Unit on September 7, 2005 3:00 AM