After Dino secretly recorded one of Mel’s conversations, the matter is now a legal one. But, how illegal is it?
Well, the beaus of MAFS continue enduring the hellscape of normalcy, seeing the lives of the dudes outside the landscape they know them in. You know the one, the one that promises drama but doesn’t deliver.
Last night, the guys brought their prizes home to meet their respective families. It’s MAFS, so you know that it wasn’t delicate.
Yet more MAFS, yet more commitments made. Last night, words were thrown around, and feelings were hurt. Mainly my own, by this is my penance.
New night, new partners, same old hideousness. However, last night MAFS was punctuated by the same sexual desperation you feel when the lights come on at the club. That’s something. Right?
Last night we trudged through the mire of the MAFS honeymoons. I hate to say it, but I miss the old crew.
Last night, we farewelled some MAFS favourites. Well, not favourites, but they were certainly present. Ines was a gift, right?
Again, we step into the hellscape that is MAFS. Last night, the commitment ceremonies illustrated how pure love is, and indeed, how vile we all are.
Well, while MAFS has left the Gold Coast, it did garner us something beautiful. The Sam boofing Anus while hating on Lizzie triangle is a national treasure.
What a night it was…sort of. While the two were split down the divide of gender, I was similarly split, between boredom and edu-tainment. Plus, Anus.
Well, Tracey and Sean of MAFS fame are no more. Yes, I suppose love is fleeting, especially love authored on television, but don’t go back to the douchebag ex, girl.
This is why we can’t emotionally invest in nice things. With the final MAFS couple splitting, it seems that love will tear us apart. Again.
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.