One of my regular readers commented about how I had sold out by writing about mainstream (and admittedly fairly facile) ‘culcha’ in the form of Big Brother. I have to say I am absolutely obsessed with it this year, and while I don’t feel I should need to justify my interest in the chavvy ones, consider the following facts in mitigation.
The rather beautiful Zimbabwean girl Makosi claims to be from a very grand background, while in actual fact her parents are ordinary middle class Zimbabweans, and her claims about having a butler, chauffer and various other staff in Zimbabwe are much more likely to refer to the time she spent as the lover of the polygamous Philip Chiyangwa when she was only 16. Chiyangwa is Mugabe’s nephew and grew rich on corruption in Zimbabwe, known as a fat cat who owned various businesses and held political posts. He has recently fallen from grace, having been accused of being part of a South African spy ring. The Zimbabwean message boards and gossip websites are all abuzz with Makosi and her affair, and there have been some less than approving comments pointing out how her flamboyant sexuality is not generally acceptable in her culture.
Kemal, the young Turkish belly dancer, is intelligent and interesting. From the moment he uttered the words ‘oh come on headscarf, don’t let me down, bitch’, as that part of his costume threatened to detach itself from his person as he entered the house, I have felt a huge affection for this young boy.
Grumpy says this last fact just proves I am a fag hag, but as a half-Turkish woman who grew up in Zimbabwe, surely I am allowed to watch how two parts of my past are represented on national TV? Or perhaps the lady doth protest too much?
Perhaps Grumpy is feeling pangs of jealousy. Buy him a headscarf.
i suspect you’d quite like to be on that show. You’d blow the shoping budget on chocs i suspect.