Within an hour you’ll have favourites, unfavourites, and a simmering rivalry with a perfectly nice-seeming drag queen
Perhaps this is arrogance on my part but I had thought, after years of watching, that I was finally reality TV-proof. You know how it is: when the first episode of a competition format is aired, you already know who will make the Top 3, who will Go On A Journey, who will uselessly flop out at the first hurdle, who will be the first major villain (out Week 5) and the second, sleeper agent villain (out Week 8). I know how the sausage is made so completely that reality TV editors cannot possibly fool me any more. I see through the Matrix. I have become television.