I’ve seen almost every dating reality show on in the past few years.
From my former Bachelor franchise obsession that I’ve thankfully gotten over, to previously proclaiming on this blog that The Ultimatum is the best show on modern television, nothing gains my viewership faster than ten people, evenly of the opposite sex, only casted for their looks, determined to find love.
Love Island is undoubtedly the most intimidating one to dive into. With episodes airing every single day (except for Saturdays), you truly have to dedicate time and effort to being an avid watcher.
I, personally, have never found anything so worth it.
Having previously watched the first ever UK season, I was familiar with why Love Island is so entertaining. From contestants not understanding what a country is versus a state, to ruining lives and breaking up defined couples in each recoupling ceremony, the drama and entertainment value is through the roof.
What I didn’t expect, was for Season 8, to provide sound love advice.
Something about this cast in particular is that they aren’t afraid to try, try, and try again. Newcomers to the Villa put themselves out there, even if it means embarrassing themselves and getting rejection. Islanders that have been around but can’t find love are optimistic, waiting for their person to come into town, even if they never do.
Their eternal optimism with love may stem from the fact that they all got hired because they’re hot, they know that, and they aren’t afraid to tell you they know that. They’re all models and influencers who are nearly guaranteed to have a Boohoo or Pretty Little Thing deal the second they get sent home, and have no issue being in a bathing suit on international television every day.
However, a page can most definitely be taken out of their book.
As Charlie from this season said: “I took my chance, I shot my shot, and now I’m single again.” And what’s the problem with that!