The third season of "Love Is Blind" dropped this week, and that means chatter is again bubbling up on a text group that my friend has aptly named "TV That Kills Brain Cells."
We are all harried, college-educated moms who don't watch a lot of reality TV, much less reality dating shows. But we readily submit to "Love Is Blind," which demands binge-streaming past a healthy bedtime and stalking the cast's Instagram accounts even in the waking hours.
The premise is ridiculous and it's embarrassing to type it out here: Lookin'-for-love singles "date" each other by communicating through a wall that allows them to hear, but not see, the other person. If they find a meaningful connection, they pair up and become engaged within 10 days, sight unseen. They are allowed to meet their partner in person only after the proposal.
Cameras continue to follow them as each couple attempt to expand their emotional bond to a physical one, and as real-world tensions and distractions — phones, family, careers, finances and friends — conspire to muddy their relationship. They decide at the altar whether to go through with marriage, just weeks after their first encounter.
You may be thinking, these people have lost their minds. And of course, you're right.
But what does it say about us?
I started hearing about the show last season when one of my friends started talking in depth about Deepti and Shake, two Indian Americans who fell for each other despite histories of not dating within their culture. Shake was the definition of shallow, my friend informed me. "But he's maturing throughout the show. I really do believe that," she told me.
"Just scum of the earth. Cringe narcissist," my other friend opined.