Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t I?

This is Rex. He’s part of Big Brother 9 UK, obviously. He’s 24 years old and his family owns several restaurants and a bar and a nightclub in London, something he is compelled to repeat on a regular basis on the show.

He’s been accused of talking nonstop about the said restaurants, his family, money, his girlfriend, and more money. One time he mentioned that in Miami his wardrobe consists only of white clothing. Another time he mentioned that his aunt has a posh flower shop in Notting Hill or somewhere, and that Gwen Stefani is a regular customer. He’s an arrogant prick, and I should hate his guts.

So of course I think he’s hilarious.

He’s one of those people who think they’re so fucking cool, all they need to do is lie back with half-closed eyes and assess everyone else. You know the type. They like to rile people up and watch them explode. They zone in immediately on the famewhores, the fakes, the hypocrites, the timid little mice. They identify your weak spots in a heartbeat. They smell insecurities from kilometers away. What they hate most is stupidity; also people who are richer than them. Also, people who have no idea why they’re supposed to be cool.

I like him because he’s currently playing with my most hated housemates like marionettes, telling them exactly what they want to hear, watching with glee as they self-destruct. He doesn’t do it because he’s sly and he wants to win or something; he does it because it’s fucking funny; it entertains him. He’s such an ass. But he’s my favorite. I think. He reminds me of people I’ve loved to hate. Or hated to love. Or loved then hated. Not for lack of trying.

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