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Reds are duds

I appreciate that TBL is essentially little more than a “reality-based” game show with a weight loss theme, but all of these twists and rules that encourage clique-y behaviour is really getting annoying.

I mean, they just spent three days building up this team bullshit, getting in “the commando” to emphasise teamwork and the common good, and then go and switch players around to mix things up. It’s like they’re devising ways to get people’s minds OFF OF losing weight.

That said, the happiest person around should be that Laura, who is best off away from the arsehole gang of three Courtney, Munnalita and the insipid Pati. I’d like to through in that Marty too, ‘cos for a bloke who goes on about how difficult it is throwing off Alex and Laura (the biggest losers of each week, I might add), he doesn’t seem to have a problem shafting them and keeping no hopers like the other three. I’ll give Greg the benefit of the doubt here. Anyway, Laura will have a lot more luck in team blue without the sniping, and the added comfort of having Gerard and Michael as insulation against getting voted off.

And how stupid are the Reds? They keep getting rid of their strongest members, and keep the poisonous ones. That’s why I can’t accept that Marty is the “nice guy” they’re trying to make him out to be.

Again, of course I realise that it’s a TV show by design with the intention of selling slots for advertisers, but I can’t help wonder if this stuff is counter-productive in the long run. All the backstabbing and conniving (which is heightened by the absolutely ridiculous rules regarding immunity and temptation), is actually very destructive and detracts from the otherwise very positive message.

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