"The beauty of Big Brother is that unlike other reality TV shows it did not ask these bogans to do anything to justify their fame other than exist in a state of pure, unadulterated boganitude. Not for these lipgloss addicts the false consolation of a gut to lose. Not for them the tribulations of ballroom dancing and Daryl Somers's jokes. No, all they had to do was slip into the spa, down a couple of Jager bombs, get busy rubbing their genitals into each other's faces, and bang: national fame was guaranteed."

Aaron Timms reflects on the role of the bogan in Big Brother, and wonders what ambitious bogans will do now that the obvious route to fame has been axed :

"From what restricted gene pool will commercial TV draw its late-night game-show hosts? ...The people of Australia deserve better than to have a gaggle of untrained arriviste bogans set loose on this country's breakfast radio scene. Commercial radio may appear easy at times, but there is a subtle art to being a know-nothing early morning fathead. Big Brother provided the perfect training ground. Now, sadly, that training ground is gone, and formal state intervention - a kind of dirigisme de bogan - must surely be in prospect to tackle the crisis in supply."