Did I write this earlier and then forget to post it before midnight? Okay, yes. But let’s pretend it’s still Friday.
Summer is here! Except it’s the English summer, which is terrible. I’m getting reacquainted with all my favourite snuggly jumpers.
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Here’s a pitch for a reality show: move a group of young, attractive, single people into luxury accommodation. Cut them off from the outside world and deprive them of any entertainment beyond social interaction. Use overtly sexual challenges and nudges from the producers to encourage them to act on their attraction to each other. Other reality shows may pretend to be a social experiment, but this one has no illusions about why the audience is really there: we want to see people hook up on television.
Today, this show is ITV2’s monster hit Love Island. But back in 2012, this was The Onion’s Sex House.
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