Welcome back. How are we all doing?
I used to write this blog to cheer myself up back when I had no work and no money so NOW SEEMS LIKE A PRETTY GOOD TIME TO START IT UP AGAIN.
If you, like me, are spending your self-isolated days plumbing the deepest darkest depths of Netflix, you may have come across a little show called:
And, after having to look at these idiots for 11 episodes, you'll wish you were too! |
If you haven't seen Love Is Blind, I'll let the show explain itself:
Singles try to find a match and fall in love -- without ever
seeing each other face-to-face, as emotional connection attempts to
conquer physical attraction.
Now I'll explain it:
Okay, so this is basically MSN Messenger if your parents had let you get married.
Shall we dive in?
Love Is Blind: Episode 1 – Is Love Blind?
If you weren't sure then why did you call it that? |
Some people are in cars. They're all looking up for some reason. What are they all looking at?
I am worried they're about to break into Where Is Love? from Oliver.
Does it come from skies above? |
Then we have Barnett, who cuts right to the fucking chase.
"It's not all about physical attraction, in the long run," says Barnett sagely.
"It's who's holding your hand on your deathbed."
Jesus Christ, Barnett.
Swoon. |
Now we get to see inside the building and excuse me what the fuck.
Where can I find the My Fucking Gender Doesn't Define My Fucking Interior Design Tastes Living Quarters? |
The hosts arrive! "I'm Vanessa Lachey," says one of them, which seems a normal way to introduce oneself.
"I'm obviously Nick Lachey," says the other one.
Sorry... 'obviously'?
Wait, is he the guy that was married to that woman who thought buffalo wings were made from the wings of a buffalo? |
Essentially, The Facility has one line of girl pods and one line of boy pods. When in the pods, the girls and boys can speak through a wall but never see each other.
There are no pods for gay people because only straight people could be this fucking stupid. |
Obviously Nick Lachey explains that the contestants will be allowed to choose who they talk to for a bit and then they'll all get married. That's it. That's the premise of the show.
This woman looks worryingly shocked.
This only strengthens my suspicion that these people have been brought here against their will. |
I feel like they could just save a lot of time by deciding if they do or don't before wasting a perfectly good wedding venue for the day. Those places get booked up quick is all I'm saying.
Obviously Nick Lachey says that this is the *literally* the first time an experiment like this has ever been done.
SHOCKING. |
I mean, I guess if you like 'Inside of an Elderly Person's Coffin' Chic. |
Or, Frozen. If you're LAME. |
Meet Jessica.
My initial understanding of this sentence was that she would date a one-year-old. Grammar is the best, everyone! |
Jessica's first date is with Mark, who is 10 years younger than her but who cares because LOVE IS BLIND right??
WAIT IS THAT WHY IT'S CALLED THAT? |
Jessica has BHQE - Big Harley Quinn Energy.
She also constantly drinks red wine from a beaker just like me! |
They bond over being from the same 57,915 sq mi of land (Illinois) which I'm sure will be enough to sustain a long and healthy marriage.
Next, we meet Lauren...
Lauren is too nice for this show and must be protected at all costs. |
Certainly not like an average white guy with a beard, that's for sure! |
Listen, Cameron, none of us are coming to this trash reality TV show to listen to phrases like 'confounding variables'. |
Page the fucking vicar because I can hear wedding bells.
NEXT!
Meet Amber.
Amber Laughing Snorts is her full name. |
Death Bed Barnett is back too. He's hoping to find someone who can 'hang' with his 'jokes'.
For reference, here is one of his jokes:
HAHAHA HE DIDN'T REALLY HATE SPORTS! |
OMG BARNETT STOP! |
Unfortunately, Barnett's jokes don't go down so well with Diamond. Largely because he calls her a stripper.
TOUGH CROWD, BARNETT. |
RIP (Rest In Pods) |
You know what's actually cool, Carlton? SOCKS. |
Then, dating is over for the day and everyone reconvenes in their obnoxiously gendered living spaces to talk about who they totally are gonna like marry omg.
Cameron asks the other men who they're all feeling.
THERE HE GOES AGAIN!! BARNETT! SERIOUSLY! STOP! MY SIDES, THEY ARE SPLIT! |
...him? |
There's no 'probably' about it, Kel! |
This is his only bit in the whole show. |
What the fuck are you talking about? Is this a riddle? |
IT'S DAY TWO!
Carlton is being as winsome as ever, asking his date – Diamond – all the important and searching questions.
"WHAT ABOUT ME SPECIFICALLY IS GREAT?" |
You're a perfectly good ass. I wanted this to sound meaner than it did. |
What is wrong with these men?? It's almost as though they've been raised to believe that the world revolves around them and that society is largely tailored to their needs and desires! |
Lauren at least has the decency to laugh at him, although she says she thinks they have Chemistry. Cameron likes this because he is a Scientist.
She asks him what he's looking for in a wife. Cameron responds by talking some more about himself.
Then they both cry because they love their families.
Me too but just at like the state of modern TV and stuff |
Apart from the seconds spent drinking wine. |
Then they agree that they both want three kids.
Maths isn't Mark's strong point. |
This is ableist. |
A continuation of the patriarchy!! |
You know what they say, Jessica. The third day of a relationship is always the toughest.
Cameron and Lauren are back.
Of course you fucking do. |
I'M SORRY THE FUCKING WHAT? |
It is DAY THREE.
I took longer to fall in love with Hollywood movie stars when I was 14 than these two have taken to declare their devotion. This is RIDICULOUS.
I think I must have misheard them but then they say it again, this time with added crying.
Stop it everyone shut up I need to lie down |
'HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!?" says Carlton.
Come on, man. |
Let's play the... WHAT IS CARLTON'S BIG SECRET GAME!!
a) Carlton's beard is not real
b) Carlton *hates* baby goats
c) Carlton has killed before and will do it again
What's your guess? Send me your answers on a postcard except don't because I don't want your germs.
Oh, he's just bisexual.
****UNUSUAL SINCERE MOMENT, IF YOU WANT MORE LOLS JUST SCROLL ON****
Carlton is worried that his potential future wife won't want to be married to 'someone like him'. It makes me genuinely sad to hear him refer to himself like that. Now it seems like his initial cockiness is a defense mechanism that comes from deep-rooted insecurity about his sexuality. He really seems to think there's something wrong with him.
Carlton, there is nothing wrong with you. Apart from the socks thing.
****END OF SINCERE MOMENT BACK TO THE LOLS****
DAY 5 EVERYODY!
Now it's time for awkwardness in the Menly Men Men's Room. Both Mark and Barnett like Jessica.
Jessica likes wine. |
Hold up, Cameron is walking in slow motion down the pod corridor wearing a suit.
What- whatcha doin' there, Cameron? |
Oh no.
Cameron... |
Oh my god. |
No, you don't |
FOR FUCK'S SAKE |
Just a reminder, reader, THIS IS EPISODE ONE.
I mean, Lauren is an intelligent, funny, beautiful woman. She's SMART, Cameron! Of course she's not going to agree to marry you in EPISODE ONE!
I mean, Lauren is an intelligent, funny, beautiful woman. She's SMART, Cameron! Of course she's not going to agree to marry you in EPISODE ONE!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE |
Are you all-... I just-... I can't-... that's not-... what??
YOU AND ME BOTH, LAUREN. But like one of those weird ones where Ian McKellan tries to steal your talking dog. |
Meanwhile, Jessica is still wrestling with her feelings for both Mark and Barnett.
Barnett makes things tougher for her by saying he would propose to her tomorrow. He has some conditions, though.
Well yes Barnett because then she would be LITERALLY THE ONLY OPTION. |
The show celebrates by slow-panning down to Lauren's boobs.
It's so nice how this show is just all about personalities. |
There's just enough time for Cameron to remind us that he's a scientist...
Yes, dear. |
Here we goooo!
Suspenseful music escalates!
It's happening!
Oh my gaaaaad!
NO FUCK OFF |