Don’t ask me why, but I’ve started watching MAFS.
For the uninitiated, MAFS stands for Married at First Sight, the television ‘sensation’ that is currently dominating workplace water cooler conversations around the country, as bad as it sounds.
The basic premise is really that a group each of men and women, unlucky in love, are matched up and immediately married. That’s really it.
Let us remember how many people were crying about the ‘sanctity of marriage’ being ruined in the lead up to the same-sex marriage plebiscite, I guess they don’t care so much anymore?
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Watching it brings to mind the oft-used saying ‘it’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.’
I’m not saying that I hate it, it’s great junk food tv. Something I know is bad for me but it feels good all the same to give in and let it wash over me.
If you take a look at the photo on the left, you’ll see the face of a man that has given in to the ‘bad tv’ temptation.
It could get worse, I’m only two episodes in and as far as I can tell it’s about eight in now.
I know they say that they used ‘science’ and supposedly spent a lot of time matching these people together, but can you really believe that?
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I think a more accurate description of how that meeting went would be the three ‘experts’ gathered around a bottle of bubbly and a big plate of Jatz, cheese, cocktail onions and corn relish dip in the centre of the table.
They then look at the traits of each person and how they could possibly mix them together to create the most volatile combination.
Oh and let’s not forget the tired and pathetic ‘dads and brothers’ threatening harm against the grooms thing.
Mates, there’s a better way to show you’re protective of your family without resorting to violence, how about respecting that fact they’re an adult and can live freely and make their own choices and decisions?
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If you’d like to weigh in with your own MAFS opinions, flick me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
Tune back in next time when I’ve caught up and my brain has somehow not turned to mush.