Surely I'm not the only person out there sick of this bitch and her acceptance campaign? That's what it is. A campaign. She's fooled everyone (except me) into believing she really wants to be accepted, by bringing it up at every opportunity in the Big Brother Diary Room. I mean, I understand that the Diary Room is a place to open up emotionally, but really...every second word? Please. She brings this acceptance crap up with all the subtlety of when she brought up the salty water and cod liver oil she drank. She pisses me off so much.
"Blah blah blah, acceptance, this show is like acceptance for me, the fact I'm still here is such acceptance for me"
Why not just be honest and say "I want you to vote for me, so I'll tug on your heart-strings with this acceptance crap. Feel sorry for me, please."
And any of you Titanic-loving pussies out there that think I'm being cruel about it: tough. All you soppy shits care about is that she is a transexual, and she's had such a struggle. I don't give a fuck. If you want to be nice by accepting her, then just forget about the fact she is a transexual. It really doesn't matter at all to me whether she is a man, woman, or alien, she is still really annoying. She is rapidly making Big Brother the most boring show in existence, so it is good that it ends this week. Every conversation comes round to her. No wonder Jason distances himself from the group, all they talk about are Nadia's boobs, her "lady-garden", her boobs, how fabulous she is, how fabulous her boobs are, Nadia's cigarettes, her boobs, Nadia's personality (or lack thereof), her boobs, her boobs, how much they love her, her boobs, etc. Booooooring!
She can bring boobs into anything. A conversation about what soup they are going to have? She'll mention boobs. She brings her boobs into every conversation, and usually into view as well. Seriously, put that shit away. No one wants to see a big pair of floppy breasts bouncing around. Well, maybe Nell McAndrew running along a sun-tinted beach with some violins playing, but not you running around with the hose. And certainly not with your laughter as a soundtrack. That stupid, crappy, "Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" laugh. Honestly, how long does her laugh last?
She is just boring and devoid of anything interesting. Ahmed, the toothy wonder, now there was a guy with a story. Captured and blindfolded in his 20s for protesting, later became an asylum seeker, etc. Ahmed rules. But Nadia is a bore. So she used to have a willy, so what? I have a willy. Is that grounds for sympathy? Or do I need to take a pair of scissors to it before I get the nation's support?
And another thing: what's with the cigarette addiction? Really, does she not have the brains to work out that if she rationed her cigarettes, she wouldn't have these violent moodswings? With the amount of aggression she displays when lack of cigarettes make her tetchy, it is no wonder that the tabloids have been so quick to nickname her Desperate Dan and mock how masculine she is. She doesn't do herself any favours. Just ration your cigarettes by having one or two less cigarettes per day, that way you will have the extra tobacco needed to see you through the last day of each week. Come on, bitch, it isn't rocket science.
Nadia has to die soon. Of a malignant tumour. Or cancer. Cancer rules.
Update: I don't in any way support cancer. Although, the cancer bit in Monty Python's "And Now For Something Completely Different" does crack me up. But yes, I of course don't mean the above. If she were going to die, I'd rather see to it personally, with rusty sharp things. Oh, and as for tumours, meh, they do actually rule.