I remember going all gaga over Terrace House, the japanese reality tv show with real people where most drama was low-stakes and we fell in and out of love with those real people. Who can forget our love for Minori and her fascination with the baseball playing goon who it later turns out had done some porn, or the nice older Japanese architect who was nice and sweet to everybody, including the girl whose name meant summer but whose attitude was quite cold? Or the Hawaiian dudebro Arman with his chill attitude and surfing equipment and what not...
We know of course that Nettflix cancelled the show after an unfortunate incident involving bullying of a contestant in the house, and her suicide later, which while not connected directly to the show, gave a bad name to the other contestants and the producers for creating an inhospitable environment. So now the show's gone, kaput, kapow, bam!
But those times, and those people, man, I miss the idea of waiting a few days to catch up on the people you knew and their low-stakes lives. It wasn't like anything exciting or dramatic was gonna happen, or anything particularly bad one would hope, it felt like you were catching up on old friends and what they were up to. It made you feel connected with your tribe.
Miss ya terrace house. The crappy people at Nepali Blind Date don't deserve to carry your torch at all.
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