I'm part of an underground, shame-faced group of people who have been slowly, cautiously, revealing themselves to each other over the last week. We are MAFS Viewers Anonymous.
You know that terrible trashy reality show that eats up hours and hours of your life that no one in their right minds would watch? Yes, I love it and I’m addicted.
Married At First Sight Australia, which started its usual run of insanity on Monday on E4, is a particularly joyful version. Perhaps it’s the odd “G’day” or “Galah” or the fact that these Aussies seem even more removed from my reality, but it’s gripping.
