When Love Isn’t Blind Enough

If I was asked how to best describe the show Love is Blind, I would have to dish up a cinematically induced trope a dope cooked up in poetically assembled reduction sauce.

Boy and girl equals Dante Alighieri on a serious bender. 

For those of you unfamiliar with the reality romance show on Netflix, it brings together fifteen gals and fifteen guys in an opening around of speed dating, sight unseen. The prospective couples communicate through a wall via speakers and then pare down from there. Within ten days, they’ll either find their perfect match or walk away. If they go next level, they’ll be engaged before they ever set eyes on each other. They’ll be married within a month after that if peachy stays keen.

Granted, there’s plenty of stupid to go with the Cupid but I give these young people props for putting their shit out there like that. And I’m not the only one who seems to appreciate the comedy and tragedy of this thing, seeing as how the show has been kicking ass since its debut in February of 2020.

Love is Blind is the show that brings people together. I mean, other than most of the contestants who are actually looking for love. But that doesn’t mean everyone is down with the sickness . . .

I can’t believe you watch that shit! LOL

This was my pal Jen’s e-mail response when I told her I had started watching the show. This was sometime in 2021 when we were hot off the heels of a post-COVID world that was still behaving like a love gone wrong country music song. In my defense, I didn’t blame the virus or the threat of more lockdowns or vaccination side effects or the Trump administration for this pivot in my entertainment diet. As per, I owned my shit. So naturally, her snide comment moshed my pit.

You’ve never watched it, right? So how in the blessed hell would you know? For your information, it’s shit packaged in a sharply produced sociological experiment replete with beautiful people, breath taking locales and more buttered popcorn moments than most script writers could think up! 

My exact words, ladies and gentleman.

Would you be cool with Ari going on the show?

This was dirty pool pie. The only reason she was bringing my daughter into the conversation was to top rope my ass into submission. To my way of thinking, family should never be brought into politics, PTO meetings or re-unions.

No, but that’s because of all the crazies who take this shit too seriously.

I was referring to the social media trolls who regale in deconstructing the contestants personal lives as if they’re Dexter Morgan on a field trip, but Jen was shutting it down.

You mean like you? 😉

Some people refuse to appreciate the value of some nonsense in their lives and Jen evidently is one of those people. She no longer owns a television set, she jets off to remote locations and falls in love with cultures she can’t spell just to get closer to a God she doesn’t believe in. There’s no winning with someone like that. We’ve corresponded a handful of times since then and I’ve never once brought up the subject. And besides, if she had ended up getting hooked on the show, she would never admit as much.

I much prefer discussing my guilty pleasure with people like Phil, who I refer to as my dealer since he started me off with the gateway drug known as Too Hot to Handle. He’s got a burgeoning clientele at this point and he’s proud of me for having introduced Q to the sickness. His business is mindless banter and business is good.

So tomorrow night, me and Q will dine on the intrigues of Season 4 and no, we don’t binge (not all the time). Ours is a casual habit and we can quit anytime we damn well feel like quitting, but we won’t. Because the truth of the matter is that the world has become predictably boring in its madness and it feels good to get lost in a show that dresses up our collective foibles and failures in stemware. So why wouldn’t we surrender ourselves to the truths when the price for admission to this circus gifts us laughter and mindless banter in return? Not everything has to be Shakespeare and besides, if he was doing his thing today, he’d be watching too.

I’m sure of it.

 

 

 

 

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