Around the moment that an atheist gave a speech about how he and a devout Christian who doesn’t believe in evolution might work through their differences, I began to wonder if Love Is Blind Season 2 might just fry the last two brain cells I have left. Not in the unpleasant sense, like the way a microwave bores a nuclear core into a frozen burrito, but in the nice way—like a blinding ray of light that hits the pineal gland at just the right angle to send beams of Lisa Frank-colored light out of your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
This is the kind of delightful trash TV that can turn a bad day or even week around—a surreal blend of treacly proclamations, genuine vulnerability, and influencer-chic aesthetic. Who needs brain waves when you’ve got these vibes? (And evidently, American audiences aren’t the only ones who can’t look away from a good reality TV mess when we see one; Love Is Blind: Brazil premiered last fall, and this week also saw the debut of Love Is Blind: Japan.)
Hosts Nick and Vanessa Lachey returned this year to open the show’s “pods,” in which 15 men and 15 women try out blind speed dating over the phone. Those who form a connection can choose to get engaged, embark on a romantic vacation, and then, after a couple weeks of cohabitation, approach the altar to decide if they actually want to get married.
