20th June - Why 'Love Island' makes me sick



Weirdly, I was actually one of the very first people to watch 'Love Island', all the way back in 2005. But I suppose y'all don't remember that one? Fast forward a decade or two, and I have no words which will ever describe the hatred I feel for that Television programme. Every Summer would pass, and every Summer, my Twitter timeline was clogged up with mentions of it, to the point where I embarked on blocking every person that dare mention the words. I still do it to this day. But then, after successfully avoiding a single minute of any episode for so many years (I'd actively walk out of the room at 9pm every night when my former housemate(s) would - somewhat selfishly - stick it on the living room TV), I was at a crossroads come 2021.

No longer single, I found myself 'coupled up' (as the people of that awful show would say) with a Woman who is obsessive in her love for the show. I've never really understood, in fact, why females in general (and yes, I'm aware that's a stereotype, but the stats back me up) love such empty-headed unintelligent TV, such as this, or Kardashians, when they're only filled with fake people doing fake things, all set against a backdrop of annoyingly loud narrations, annoying sponsor ads, and brash soundtracks. These days, I sit alongside my other half when she watches this nightly filth, my laptop open, plugging away diligently on Football Manager 2022 (Bellingham's just signed for the Gunners and formed the base of a seductive Jude & Gravenberch midfield). Though what my eyes refuse to see, my ears hear anyway. 




Last night, I listened to the background noise as a Woman in the show (typically allowing gigantic plumped up lips, and even filthier breasticles, make up for what she lacks in personality) state that the reason why she'd secretly 'cheated' on one man in the villa with another (and consequently lied about it) was because the first guy hadn't shown her he was really deeply emotionally involved with her, and that she'd really 'fallen' for the new fella. This type of scenario might develop over the course of 18-24 months, perhaps, in 'real life'. But the case she was referring to was spread across the span of 4 days. Which is why I can't take this programme seriously. 

Nothing is authentic, everything is forced. You're going on the sexual equivalent of 'Big Brother', knowing you have to pretend to fancy, or worse, 'love', somebody for the duration of X amount of weeks, in order to win a cash prize. No level of acting is worth such reward, in my opinion. Especially when it comes to something as real and natural and beautiful as true love, which in itself is only found once you yourself stop searching for it. Some people fall in love once in a lifetime, some people never. So to do it X amount of times in front of 80 strategically placed cameras and microphones, and millions of members of the watching general public? I'm not buying it. In fact, I'd go as far as to argue that not ONE 'relationship' born from this programme is real. At this point, the love-sick young girls will point towards 'Molly and Tommy' or another pair of Z-rated 'celebs', but is it truly love which they possess?...




... Or just a number of high-profile endorsements based on their couple status, and consequently, the lazy 'influencer' lifestyle they always dreamed of pre-Love Island? 

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