Legs tucked underneath me as my head lolled to the side, my whole body buzzed with sunburnt warmth and fatigue from a day of walking through echo-y museum hallways and cobblestoned streets across Paris. I was eager to unwind with some quiet screentime — Paul Hollywood calling some middle-aged mother of two's chocolate cake stodgy, perhaps. But what I got could not have been further off course.
"What should we watch?" I asked my boyfriend — looking equally as sleepy and satiated — from across the couch at our Airbnb.
