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That is a much more serious conversation for a different day. The timing is convenient, considering that it’s also just a few days after he’s been skewered on social media for targeting players of color, consulting fellow white players because he’s worried that the people of color might band together to take them out (despite little evidence supporting that theory). More seriously, Kyle has started literally voicing that concern to the cameras.

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Is this an issue that incredibly hot people have? When you can bounce a quarter off your own ass, do the rules of polite society simply feel beneath you? Does judgment fade when two 10s consider becoming one 20? Does only my skin stick to vinyl in that unpleasant way? Should I have eaten that entire pizza while watching Big Brother? My questions are endless.īut the most bananas question that I have is, “What were they expecting?” Because, in a recurring theme for this show, the sentiment from Kyle and Alyssa is as such: I hope there are no repercussions for what I just did on one of summer’s most popular television shows. But I am curious what the deliberation process was like, especially considering that Alyssa and Kyle both seemed to want it kept secret. I’m also not trying to sex-shame anyone because if two consenting adults want to have sex in a windowless room on a vibrantly colored inflatable butterfly, have at it. To be clear, this isn’t the first time that a pair has had some kind of sexual intercourse in the Big Brother house. That’s what I can’t stop thinking about: not the towel-laden vinyl sex, per se, but rather the decision making involved and this desire for privacy. The season kicked off with a group of houseguests bullying one dark-skinned Black woman and then course corrected when this season’s outsiders formed an alliance against the house, which takes us to today: the era of pool-floatie sex. It was a poignant moment for the series, especially considering how few poignant moments come out of Big Brother.īut this year, we’ve meandered our way back to the middle. Then I picked the long-running reality show up again last season, when The Cookout–an alliance of six Black houseguests–banded together, made the final six, and crowned the series’ first ever Black winner. I have long been a Big Brother viewer, though I fell off somewhere around 2013 during that one season where the houseguests got super racist (one contestant’s name was quite literally an anagram for Aryan). And in a wilder twist, they’re hoping no one noticed. And yet, on this season of Big Brother, two houseguests have done just that: they made sweet, sweet love on a pool floatie. In my estimation, banging on a pool lounger is sandwiched between a water bed and gravel in my ranking of worst places to engage in coitus. I think it’s the vinyl of it all: the squeaking, the unevenness, the way that the plastic forcibly fuses to your skin. I cannot imagine having sex on a pool floatie.

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