I can’t help musing about Paul Watson’s tacky but amusing take on the Seven Network’s newest “reality” TV show Playing it Straight, featuring Darwin barmaid Rebecca Olds trying to pick straight potential suitors from gay ones for a purse of $200,000.
I won’t be watching this garbage, just as I don’t watch any of the other crappy “reality” shows, but I can’t help wondering. Given the amount of money at risk, why didn’t Rebecca give her suspect “gaydar” the flick and just fuck all the contestants? That should have been a pretty foolproof way of picking the poofs. If she didn’t (given that the show was pre-recorded months ago and she’s back working at The Vic), then she deserved to lose. I realise it’s possible for gays to fake it to an extent, but surely if Rebecca had any nouse at all she should have been able to focus the blokes’ minds on the reality of the job at hand, and disrupted whatever fantasy about Brad Pitt (or whoever) the poofs were imagining to keep it hard.
And speaking of the inherently strange nature of sex, I love this post by Gummo Trotsky.
This sounds far to complex for me. What happens if one or two of the guys are bi-sexual? Who gets the money? I must admit I had thought of the why doesn’t she screw them angle but perhaps a less demanding way might be to just flash her female bits and pieces at them and see who vomits.
I think, Ken, Ms Olds wasn’t let in on the “secret” til the final episode where her pick of the guys determines whether she wins lots of $ (if he is straight) or he win lots of $ (if he’s gay). It would seem from press reports that she probably didn’t have her “gaydar” on – as she seems most annoyed that it wasn’t a normal dating show. My flatmate thinks the whole concept is homophobic – anyone got an opinion on this?
Whatever else happens, I have to say this. I went to highschool with Rebecca. She was easily the kindest person I knew. A real sweetheart.
“why didn’t Rebecca give her suspect “gaydar” the flick and just fuck all the contestants?”
I dunno. Maybe we should just be thankful that even Reality TV recognises that tack and vulgarity does have a bottom benchmark nadir somewhere.
Noo! You’ve ruined it for me!
For those not from Darwin, “back working at the Vic” is the equivalent to saying “last seen mopping the deck of a prawn trawler”…. poor lass, celebrity really is fleeting…