We should probably have learned by now that reality TV is the wrong place to look for love. The marriage was quickly annulled. Not that long, fulfilling marriages have ever really been the goal of these shows. We watch them because they light up our primal pleasure centers—the parts of us that respond to Darwinian mating competition, in sexual situations that walk the line between tawdriness and network-television propriety. With CBS airing new episodes of its take on UK obsession Love Island which is essentially Paradise Hotel plus some snarky voiceover narration five days a week, this is turning out to be the summer of the hookup show. Now in its eighth season, Are You the One? While previous editions limited themselves to male-female couples, each of these 16 singles could potentially match with any other person in the house.
Everyone is drinking, peering into their screens and swiping on the faces of strangers they may have sex with later that evening. Or not. Her friends smirk, not looking up.
He was her first real boyfriend, and she was psyched. It felt sweet and special. Then something began to shift. Max started telling Brittny that her friends were a bad influence and that his friends couldn't believe he was slumming it by being with her. That really hurt.