And so it's that time of year again, the time for another bunch of entirely vacuous preening narcissists to live together on national television while a gloating public watches the fall out and begs for more. I've never been the biggest fan of big brother, in fact, to be honest, I've never been a fan at all, I am firmly in the "don't watch it" camp, and not even the one where people say they don't but actually do. I actually don't.

...apart from, that is, last night. Last night under duress I saw some of the first show where they introduce the contestants to the baying public. The gimmick this year? The house starts off all female. Apart from the entirely obvious fact that they're doing this to see how far they can push things this year by throwing one man at a time into a house full of frustrated young women, this has highlighted to me a problem with modern society.

Don't any young girls have aspirations anymore? Want to be teachers or writers? Lawyers or designers? Please, some one reassure me, because on the grounds of last nights show one can only think that every girl in the country wishes to be nothing but famous, forget any kind of intellect, you can be famous for being famous and show as much flesh as possible in the press. Surely there are some young women out there who have role models other than a bunch of footballers wives? Please, as a single man, tell me there are somewhere young women who actually have real live intelligent thoughts, who can read, and articulate?

Please, tell me that the cross section of the house is not a cross section of society? If it is, I think it's the best advert for Global Warming ever, in fact, I may stop recycling and start spraying CFC's everywhere, knowing for certain that were she alive, Emily Pankhurst would be right there with me.