Season 10 taught us that love is messy, but reality TV is better. We learned that you can’t force a spark, but you can force a really good argument on a sofa.
We also learned that drinking wine directly from the bottle is a universal coping mechanism. Cheers to that.
Will I watch Season 11? Absolutely. Do I have hope for humanity? Nope. But I’ll be there, popcorn in hand, ready for the next round of beautiful disasters. See you on the couch.
