Last night presented us with the first Honeymoon night of MAFS. It was as brutal as you’d expect. Poor Te.
What do you get when a man-eating Instagram pseudo celeb meets a half-drunk tradie? The train crash that is Married at First Sight. Mick is on hand to articulate the carnage.
Oh, Sean. You spectacular dolt. Taking us through last night’s Married at First Sight carnage are two wordy cynics. Warning: May contain sass.
For my money, Channel 9’s juggernaut reality show “Married at First Sight” is equal to Tinder in damaging our perception of what love actually is.
My relationship with reality television is a deep and confusing one. Yes, it’s toxic, and yes, my house is an ambitious mess, but the possibility of it working keeps me going back.