Sheila reminds me of a strung-out waitress at a sloppy joe diner. Talking, yelling, she croaks like Popeye. Give her a corncob pipe and a wooden leg. She has the testosterone of a dozen men coursing through her glands. Is she a model or a thug from the Chinese Paramilitary doing Olympic Torch duty?

By David W. Taylor (Email The Author)
Reality Reel Media
04.19.08

Natalie, dammit, should have never jumped ship during the HOH competition allowing this gorilla to take charge. Natalie risked Big Brother suicide so Sheila could finally receive a forgettable letter from her dear son — the "rebellious...free thinking" James-like party-promoter; and Natalie allowed Sheila to finally sip from the HOH goblet. Out of gratitude for this Heaven-like manna, Natalie is now axed.

Sheila is an ingrate. What she did to Natalie did nothing really to improve her chances of getting to the Final Two. Do you think Adam, after bearing the brunt of a legion of petty Sheila-hurled insults, wants to spin into the victory lap with this old bitch?

Sheila's Big Brother journey has had an interesting dynamic. She detested her alleged "soulmate" Adam from the opening moments and continued her distasteful rancor towards this beefy guy up until just a few seconds ago. She was still barking out shrill invectives just after getting nominated last week — even after getting assured that she was merely the decoy. Good grief, Adam, you disturbed the goddess!

It wasn't hard to see that Sheila thought Adam was beneath her, a minion. And Sheila, well!, an elitist model (though fraying along the edges) whose singular accomplishment was languishing as a Bob Guiccione porn starlet. The only possibility of modeling now is for a John Deere Tractor catalog.

Yet now she's grown so fond of Adam as to say she "loves" him (in a purely spiritual sense, I'm sure) and hopes they both end up partnered as The Final Two.

The "love" here comes from varied sources. Obviously Adam is not such a bad guy after all despite his working class demeanor and odd facial gymnastics; and after living with him and other guys like James, Ryan, and Joshuah, for two bleeping months, he's probably the best thing going. Yet in all honesty Adam probably represents the pliant hired help at the Guiccione mansion. This Sheila remembers in her bones. He could have been one of the knuckle-dragging security staff.

Adam has also showed Sheila great kindness. He gave her his $10,000 cash prize out of pure selfless charity in exchange for a motorcycle gift Sheila had won during a Veto Competition; and more recently Adam scored mega-points when he became one of the few to openly harmonize with Sheila's proposal that she actually possesses an angelic soul, somewhere — an innocent little sweetheart girl deep down inside her. How Sheila lost that sparkle is certainly an ancient tale...

Sheila now talks of taking Adam with her all the way until the very end and seems entranced with the notion that they were represent the last remaining "couple." This new twist in Sheila's loathing of Adam is nothing if not ironic. This certainly represents a change in her mental repartee though it may be simply convenient for her strategically since she has had few other places to hang her hat and she hasn't been winning much of anything. Her core activity has been whining.